i feel old. and young.
I had a spectacular weekend from start to finish. On Saturday I reconnected with Tom, a friend from my high school days, whom I had not seen nor talked to since I was 16 and he was 18.
I mean, how do you even start to catch up on 30+ years? Chronologically, by subject matter, alphabetically? However, if I had any anxiety about this, it dissipated almost immediately, because before we could even get awkward I watched him do this:
then this:
then this:
In that last one, he’s about to juggle a plunger, a rubber chicken, and a machete. On a giant unicycle.
Nothing like a juggling/balancing/unicycle act to break the ice. He lives in the South, but is in California doing his thing at various venues. Afterwards, I went and got my taxes done (painless!) then we met up again for dinner.
He and I knew each other for two or three years back in the old days, and were in a couple plays together. I remember him being really nice, the nicest one amongst his pack of friends. I remember his giant-size 70s hair, his sense of humor, and his ability to juggle — the ‘fro is gone, but the last two things remain in spades.
He watched me perform improv that night, which he seemed to like, and was gracious and charming at drinks after the show.
It was just a grand experience. We are hoping that it won’t be another 30 years before we see each other again. I am hoping to make it out to his Southern state soon, meet his partner, taste his homemade dandelion wine, and hang out with his crowd.
Nice to know that I had good taste in friends even then.