one of my best friends came in to visit this weekend. i've known jeremy since i was eight years old and had a crush on him because he was the pitcher for my softball team. i then met up with him again in high school, and around grade 12 we got to be really close. we'd hang out and shoot the shit about everything: boys, girls, friends, school, what we wanted to be when we grew up, the kind of person we were going to be, etc.
when i went away to school, jer stayed in ottawa for his first year and then transferred to queen's in his second. we'd still see each other whenever we were home and would have the same types of conversations all the time. this summer, he went off to washington and i was in montreal for the summer so we lost touch a little bit, but still would take the time to check in with each other whenever we were in ottawa.
so he came into montreal this weekend, to see some family and came out two nights in a row with us, but what i really wanted to do was just go to a bar, get really drunk, and talk about the same things: how off track we are from the person we wanted to be, the people we used to love, the friends we've lost touch with, and just basically fill each other in on where we are in our lives. and i didn't get to do that, due to projects on my side and nighttime commitment's on his. and that kind of makes me sad, because jer is one of the few people that i trust to do that with, since i know he'll never tell anyone what i say. i'm going to visit him in about a month however, so hopefully i'll get one of those talks then.
