Last night I had dinner with my friend Maggie at this place called the Bluebird where we had gone for drinks when I was here in July and decided we would try it for dinner once I returned. We had a great meal, shared a flatbread (aka pizza) and a pork dish and lots of olives and wine. The menu was very similar to that of Max London's actually. Yum, yum.
At one point during dinner we were talking about high school friends and how it's so rare to keep those friendships going really strong. Maggie told me how lucky I am to have what I have with BFF Laura and I thought about this my whole 25-minute walk home in the mist. It is great to have someone who knows you so well still be a close friend after 9 years. It is also great to have Maggie here who has known me since we were little SCOOP roommates. Old friends anchor you in a way that prevents you from changing too much. I obviously have changed a lot between high school and college and now, and change is good, but I have changed in a way that makes sense (I hope). I think if I hadn't, these 5- or 9-year relationships wouldn't exist and I'd instead be friends with people who would be friends with a different me.
That said, I would like to make new friends, too. But am very happy I still have many of the old, even if our friendships will be phone/text/online based for awhile. This sounds like the Girl Scouts song. Or a song called "New Old Friends." New old friends do indeed take time. I don't mean to call Jeff Lewis a Brownie.
After all this thinking, I watched John McCain's speech on my phone in bed and fell asleep and had a dream that Laura did something awful and unforgivable. In this dream, however, we were also watching the Nutcracker in a stadium and there was an interesting mix of high school, Skidmore, and Saratoga people there.
I don't get my psyche.
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