I drove Malida to her CPR class, and went out for a walk in the park. There were a number of big picnics being set up, including one that had catered bbq. I would have liked to stick around for that. Instead I came home and did laundry, paid bills, and made a hotel reservation for tonight, which is where I am posting from.
One of my childhood friends was celebrating his 60th birthday, and his brother had a party for him this evening. He lives about 2/3 of the way to San Francisco from where we live. Malida and I decided that we would stay down here after the party and go to The City tomorrow and wander around in one of our favorite spots under the Golden Gate Bridge. So here we are.
The party was great. I saw a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while, and a few I hadn't seen since high school, 42 years ago. There was a group of us sitting outside talking, and it turned out that we all went into health care, and all worked for the same company for years and years. I talked to one guy who I didn't remember, but who remembered me, and reminded me that we had split a quarter pound of marijuana back in the early 80s.
It was good to see my friend. We have known each other since we were 5. We were best friends through high school, until I left town. Some time after that, our relationship became strained, for reasons I don't really understand, but we have kept in touch. The last time I saw him was at my mom's funeral, and I noted that it was good to see him in better circumstances. We didn't really get too much time to visit, since he was the guest of honor, but talked with another longtime friend about getting together again soon.
My friend Jim. He doesn't look 60. None of us do, really.
I was sitting with one of my other old friends and he pointed to a woman on the other side of the patio and said, "That's Carrie Grover--did you say hi to her?"
I hadn't. I had a crush on Carrie Grover when I was in high school, but she was way out of my league. Everyone was out of my league back then. I was so socially awkward.
So I went over to say hi, as I have gained a bit of self-confidence over the years. I said, "Hi, Carrie?"
She said, "No, I'm not Carrie. Do you want me to be Carrie?"
We both laughed. She isn't Carrie. She's my friend's cousin, visiting from Illinois. Turns out we met years ago.
It was a fun party. My social anxiety almost kept me from going, but I'm glad I did. Tomorrow I will have a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge, in case you've never seen it.