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Friend: Defined

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Something terrible happened. Within moments, you’ve got a handful of your closest sharing a bottle of something and your favorite tunes fill the space between. You are the priority. You are the reason they are all here. Laughing, smiling, reminiscing. You are the reason they are singing along to Rocket Man, messing up the words. “ROCKET MAN! Ba-nah-ana-ana sky out there…” These are the defining moments in your otherwise basic existence. The times when friends show up at your beck and call. When life overwhelms and you just need to unthink your day. That’s when real friends come through and say, “talk to me.” And actually listen.

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Whois: She

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While consolidating emails from the past (circa 2006), I came across a notification from one of my early blogs. I read through it, and while I can remember every thing I reference, I can’t remember everyone. I honestly can’t remember who “she” is. From a post written on February 20, 2006, originally titled “All In The Last 72 Hours” “Get up come on get down with the…” could be heard over everything this weekend at two of my favorite spots. Not only that, but I had one of the most fun weekends I’ve ever had. I met someone (I already knew) again – who I hadn’t seen in over three years. Wow, I am getting old. We have talked every day since Thursday, (that is rare for me to talk to anyone for four [fore!] days in a row), unless they live with me. I don’t even want to get into the dynamics of that last sentance, so I’ll drop…

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Flighting Connections

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The emotions people experience after touchdown and prior to takeoff are not documentable. Family, friends and significant others have various ways of materializing the standard hello/goodbye into something much more tangible than the familiar two-syllable exchange. Inbound, I notice smiles, laughter, high-fives, handshakes, and running (sometimes) combined with an aerial hug and kiss. For variety, a three-quarter, or full spin is added, (and can even be followed with a smooch session, or hand-holding). Some are just simple head nods – usually between bros. Outbound, I observe aggressive waving, extended [group] hugs, low-fives and long kisses goodbye, many times combined with ocular condensation and/or the repeating, 15-degree shoulder twist. Feet remain stationary, while everything north of the knees rotates on a vertical axis back and forth. Bros exchange a fist bump, handshake hug or just a simple “later”. I people watch as all of this happens around me, traveling from gate to gate on the horizontal escalator….headphones in, with my music…

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Twelve to One

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I woke up on last year’s first feeling refreshed, because I won the fight I was in the night before [with a bottle of NyQuil]. My last [KC] New Year’s was spent with some of my closest friends, and sixteen days later I put 735 miles in between myself and most of those individuals. We did have a pretty epic going away party (several). I lost a handful of other friends, rather acquaintances, between there and here, and even more between January 17th and yesterday. Several other friendships were strengthened – my night and weekend minutes are proof of that. So, what else did I realize between one-seventeen and one-one? You can’t put a price on friendship, but when there are zero direct flights between the city you live in and the city they do, maintaining friendships becomes quite pricey. Worth it. Shit happens. It did to me this year, to excess; but, in between those moments, I managed to…

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Weak Ends

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I love Sunday’s, but the day after is usually not on my list of favorites. You know going in [to the weekend] that Monday is going to suck. Some Mondays are a little less painful than others. Usually due to the kind conversations some Sunday evenings can bring. When you’ve completed the weekend’s work and literally have no [one] thing to do, the most satisfying item you choose to do can be a multi-minute phone call with someone that lives a state or two away and shares the same predicated nothingness as your evening. Even so, when you wake up the next morning and flick the night’s dust from your eyelids, you are already looking forward to closing them again at the day’s conclusion.

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