At the age of 33, there are three friends from grammar school that I still remain in contact with. This past weekend, two of them came out to SF for a bachelor party. Well, it wasn't a bachelor party in the traditional sense of the term. We basically just hung out, had some good meals, listened to a TON of music and jumped around the city. I first met these two guys in about 1979 in Allendale, NJ. We now live in different parts of the country, yet this weekend it was basically the same as its been our entire lives - out of control laughter, tons of memories shared, new memories made and a connection that we've had for almost thirty years.
I'll see them both (as well as the best man who was with us all weekend) in about two weeks for the wedding.
"Some things never change" has never sounded so good.