Tonight I went to dinner with one of my best friends from high school. We met our freshmen year in gym class and bonded quickly over the injustice of having PE first period. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of years and may not have gotten together if Prince hadn't died this Spring. As soon as we heard the word we started texting about all the memories of making up "When Doves Cry" videos in the back of the golf van on the way to matches. During our texts we decided that we needed a night out this summer and I'm glad we set a date.
We ate at Oakwood. She hadn't been there since one of our friends married there almost twenty years ago. The food was good, but the conversation was better. We have a friendship that doesn't matter whether we see each other once a week or once a decade, we pick up right where we left off. We have so much history together that we never run out of things to talk about. We set a time to meet again in November. Soccer will be over then and our family life should calm down a little. I'm already looking forward to it.