First of all, I have decided I have mono. I’ve come to this conclusion based on two symptoms. I’ve been really tired lately, and for the past two days the lymph nodes under my chin hurt when I press on them. Also, I’ve had a mild headache today. Clearly, I have mono. If it doesn’t go away by tomorrow it’s probably cancer.
Second of all, today has been like a timewarp-bomb all over the place. While at Starbucks (blech, I don’t know why I picked that joint because I hate Starbucks coffee. I hate it so much that I eschew coffee if Starbucks is the only choice. It wasn’t so bad today since I planned on getting juice, because I decided it would help with the impending mono.), so yeah, I was at Starbucks with the Theologian. We were talking about his short story about priests in love (lately, which is another post all in itself, I’ve been asked a lot for writing advice). I’m in the middle of some monologue about how priests in love who own a lake house is plenty of tension to start a story on. Mid-sentence, I hear. “Don’t listen to her, she doesn’t know she’s talking about.”
I turn and am stunned by the radiance of LaFrenz, a friend of mine from college.
“Chromes,” he said in a gravelly voice that used to turn my knees to Jello, and he put out his hand.
“Give me a hug,” I said.
After introducing him to the Theologian, we chatted a bit and he made fun of me for how weird it was that I took classes for fun. I made fun of him for being a sporto-jock.
It always amazes me how easily you can click back into place with someone you haven’t seen in year, putting on your old role and persona without even thinking about it.
After LaFrenz left, I went back to the Theologian and priests in love. At some point, I interrupted our discussion to check my e-mail. I was waiting on a confirmation from the local Genius Bar (cord issues). Sitting in my inbox was an invitation to join a Facebook group to start planning our 20-year High School Reunion.
I have mixed emotions about that. I’m not sure I want to go back to Rockville, so to speak. If any of those friendships were that important, wouldn’t I have kept up with them lo’ these almost 20 years?