The Holiday Season is the perfect time for reunions and get-togethers.
Raft3r must have gone to a million parties this month. But nothing beats having dinner with old friends.
I haven’t seen my grade school buddies in ages. So when they facebooked (Yes, it’s a verb now.) about meeting for dinner, I immediately said yes.
So there we were at Cyma’s. Raft3r was surrounded by familiar faces and loving it. These are the people I practically grew up with.
Over dinner, Raft3r was teased for being the only 5th grader to wear shorts in class. After downing a bottle of red wine, more roasting ensued.
They also recalled this incident where I brought a hot chick to a friend’s office. My friends kept asking what her name was. Raft3r couldn’t even remember.
Going down to memory lane is always fun and sometimes embarrassing.
All I can say is: “Thank God for growth.”