On Friendship

I want to write a few words on Friendship (yes, with a capital F) . I want to revel in one of the things in life with I consider important.  I want to speak like no one has spoken before on the subject.

That’s a tall order. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

Tonight, I went out with one of my best friends. The list of best friends is quite short, and I won’t bore you with the particulars.  We went to two places.  One was new.  It had shiny rails and was spotlessly clean.  There was an abundance of TVs showing tonight’s basketball game.  Our waitress (Danielle) was incredibly efficient and the food was decent.  It being Tuesday, the beer was a decent price and arrived with the already mentioned efficiency.  The fact that I am writing this post after one o’clock in the morning should make that abundantly clear. The second place was a bit more familiar as it had been the scene of our university drinking days.  Sadly, I don’t think anything has been done to the place since then.  If I were being romantic, I would wax lyrical about its downtrodden charm or its bohemian atmosphere.  If I were doing a reality show, I would point out structural flaws, dated decor, and grime.

Whatever our take on the surroundings, the truth is that I could have done anything with my friend. We could have met at any number of places (sometime fondly remembered as scenes of the crime….or crimes) and our reactions would have been the same.  We had nostalgia tempered by reality.

We discussed present day topics and things long past, but never forgotten. We laughed at our drunken misadventures, romantic misadventures, and academic misadventures.  We searched for updates among lost friends.  We wondered about what if.  We made tentative plans for the future.

We asked the questions only friends can ask. Tonight’s included, after your dead, if you could press your ashes into a vinyl LP, what would be your ten tracks?  If you’re doing a double take, you aren’t alone.  Allegedly, I had heard this last summer but seemed to have no recall of it whatsoever.

Morbid thought it might be, for the record, my tracks would be

  • Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd (studio or live version)
  • Wild Flower by the Cult
  • Heroin by the Velvet Underground
  • Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes
  • Solitude Standing by Susanne Vega
  • Babe I’m Gonna Leave you and Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin
  • Inside Out by Crash Vegas
  • Are You Experienced by Jimi Hendrix
  • Clash Du Temps by Constance Amiot

In other friendship news, this past week, I connected  with a long lost friend. No, it didn’t happen through social media, thought that seems to be the way things happen.  Oddly enough, most of the people in my life that I would like to reconnect with seemed to have eschewed traditional social media and cannot be stalked by me in this way.  It was great to catch up with this friend and hopefully in the month of May, we will be able to meet and exchange stories of our lives over the past 7 or 8 years to fill in the gaps.

If only I could do that with Christina, Joyce, Sandra, Deborah, Laurie, or Constance.


About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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3 Responses to On Friendship

  1. Where do I sign up to be your friend… lol

  2. Catherine says:

    My album, hands down, Left and Leaving by The Weakerthans

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