reunion

I haven’t seen david in ages and ages, and yet it was just like old times to meet up with him here in philadelphia.

just like, except for the fact that we sat around waiting for each other for almost half an hour, separated by about eight steps, "I can’t believe we’ve both been waiting here for so long--I kept looking over but all I saw was some random blonde girl."

but the conversation fell right into the old patterns, without a hitch, "who drinks a bloody mary at 9 in the morning? someone who woke up at 5 in the morning, that's who. hey, where's that bartender?"

catching up on the old, "really, he's the person I hate the least. he's not so bad. in fact, if you didn't hate him so much, you'd probably really get along. let me know if you see that bartender, okay?"

and then of course, the updates on the new and exciting, "yeah, hmm, so I can't remember if I got down on one knee or not this time, but I think I may have. or not. seriously, where's the bartender?"

it was great to see you, dave-a-doodle. happy birthday.