Part I.  The Wedding – Del Ray Beach, Florida

A friend proclaims that she’ll never do it.  But she raises her glass to the bride and groom.  Because weddings have a way of making people question their own relationships.  And you are not immune.  This strange mixture of accusations and memories and mistakes.  “Naughty eyes”.  Mimosas.  A summer that came too fast.  Questions about the people in your life now.  And the mistakes you won’t make again.

A younger version of your friend runs up the stairs.  In some notion of history that you can only imagine.  Because you have only been there for a piece of it.  But their wedding is one that you have waited for.  And not just for the bride and groom.  But for your own selfish desire to see old friends together again.  So ignore for a moment that times are different now.  Because like all things, time will make it easier.  But not in the ways you would have thought.

And if it were a cloudy day then you would see the signs differently.  But no, it is a sunny day.  And know it is a sunny day.

Part II. A Drive Home- Between Los Angeles and San Diego, California

Another night.  And the drive home is one that you had forgotten.  So you stop at a place where you have stopped on other nights.  And those are nights worth remembering.  But those nights are gone now.

And there is an ocean ahead of you.  Dark except for a passing ship.  The cars race by on the freeway.  Headlights illuminate you.  Headlights give you shadow for a moment.  But the shadow races off.  And another shadow takes its place.  Thousands of shadows in a matter of moments.  More instants gone.

Part III.  The Birthday – Laguna Beach, Hollywood and the limo in between, California

And her father cuts up cheese for us to eat in the limo.  An endearing moment to begin the night.  There is wine and champagne and “John and Cokes”.  The disappearing ID.  And the never ending promise of the 55 South.  The night at the Magic Castle quickly becomes one which we will not soon forget.  And days later you will wonder if all good nights begin with cheese.

A younger version of your friend runs up the stairs.  In some notion of history that you can only imagine.  Because you have only been there for a piece of it.  But her birthday is one that you have waited for.  And not just for your friend.  But for your own selfish desire to see new friends together again.  So ignore for a moment that times are different now.  Because like all things, time will make it harder.  But not in the ways you would have thought.

And if it were a cloudy day then you would see the signs differently.  But no, it is a sunny day.  And know it is a sunny day.

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