As I attempt to digitize things I’ve written over the past years, I came across this entry I wrote a year ago. This is a flashback within a flashback. It’s a little piece of a great friendship that only happens once in a blue moon.
I remembered to open my work email today. For one of them, the subject read: Homebrew. It’s a good day for beer. It’s always a good day to just sit back and relax, but I’m at work. A beer after work will do. It’s home brewed so it’s definitely worth a try! The email came in at 11:37 am. Is it wrong to have a beer before noon? Well, I don’t want to find out. I’ll wait for noon to come around and enjoy it along with my Nutella sandwich. I know it’s not the kind of combination that sounds good, but I’m pretty sure I won’t get sick this time. At least, I have my fingers crossed I won’t. Yeah, I’m not going to take any chances. I have the glass is half-full kind of attitude today.
I have to say that it’s kind of nice to have beer available. It reminds me of a social event, Beer and Bones, I’d attend at my last job. Those are some good days I can remember.
Today I feel nostalgic. Remembering those happy filled moments at a museum I couldn’t wait to leave. I enjoyed them primarily with a good friend, a friend whose company I’ve lacked since I left that dreary place. You could say we were inseparable. Always going around our schedules to work together and finding a way to have our lunch breaks at the same time. We were the best of friends. Notice the use of the word “were” instead of “are”. Just like any relationship, friendships sometime come to an end. Where we stand now is difficult to define. I’m in a glass half-full kind of mood so I think about the laughter of shared conversations, the sneaky games that almost got us into trouble, and the embraces of goodbyes that renewed our friendship at the end of the day.
Beer and Bones was our escape from those around us. The time we could share a friendship no one could understand. I’m nostalgic today, and I drink a beer to toast to a great friendship that might have ended, but could never be forgotten. They are happy memories that I will never forget and will hold so dearly.