Of old friends

The thing with old friends is that when you bump into them...oh 6, 10 years from when you saw them last, you always tend to get all mushy and sentimental and think oh how sweet that friendship was, how much fun you had with the person. You hardly ever remember the things about them that used to seriously drive you up the wall. Like how they used to keep repeating that life was hardly worth living. But hey, its been over 10 years since we last met and you're still ALIVE?

Gah. I sound bitchy I know I know. Blame it on the recent solar eclipse. Or the fact that I ordered the wrong dinner. Sad escargots that were too dead for too long and baked in too much garlic. Overly bitter. Overly disappointing. And the menu that sounded so full of promise. Ah, such is life.