Lunch with a neglected friend

I had lunch with Rodolphe B. today at some Asian joint downtown (applause). … or at least someone with crow feets and broken bones who really looked like the Rodolphe B. I knew in the late 60's. The whole thing felt like a miniature Badlands Alumni meeting (I graduated) and I was under the impression that Cookie Buffet was eventually going to show up (thank god she didn’t). I don’t remember who said that old friendships were like “meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful”, but it definitely is not the case for ours. Even if Rodolphe conducted the meeting in a very professional manner, we had a charming moment. We shared fond and spicy memories of closer times when Ben T. was slimmer, Daniel B. was naive, Kevin W. did not even exist, Rodolphe B. was a sex symbol and maybe I was….. a little promiscuous. We spent a good 45 minutes acting as if we could not remember the exact reason why our social interaction had decreased significantly in the recent months (hint: he is dating some kind of a real estate queen and I got Netflix). He asked the reasons why I had dragged his name through the mud and I acted as if I hadn’t heard. I did not mention to him that the glasses he had offered to me as a break-up gift were kaput. He also implied a few times that he thought I was happy (read: fat) and I looked really contrite. As Kevin D. would say: if we are going to tell the truth around here, I am going to bed. The guy must be in his mid-thirties now and yet he is still fresh, full of energy and was returning from Jackson Hole. He invited us for diner on Friday but I told him that we had begun to observe Shabbat and couldn’t make it. That’s what is sweet about old friendship you can be straightforward.

Comments

[iLoveSushi209]

FHC, I feel that soon you will be reaching the limit with which you can blame Netflix as the cause of your anti-social tendencies.

On another note I have an awful dog-watching story for you. I've been looking after Mother's friend's Sheltie for the week. My mother and I think it had a stroke at some point yesterday and can't walk anymore. We told the owner to fly home, and now i'm afriad she thinks I killed the dog.

[LL]

FHC: I'm home and have decided to observe Purim, which begins today and mostly involves taking a nap.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purim

Sushi: God invented vets so that we wouldn't have to interrupt our mother's friend's vacations.

[Fagat]

Did you get the dog stoned? Because the results of that, while often scary and unusual, pass after a day or so.

[Alex A]

How low can you go? Don't you have a memory?

[Fan]

I'm still trying to figure out if this post is mean or not