One of my oldest friends came in to town on Friday night. We ate Vietnamese food, drank Jamaican beer (Horay, Red Stripe!), and talked up a storm. After a couple of martinis we came back to my place and pulled out the photo albums. The memories span from 8th grade through senior year in college. Certain friends simply aren't allowed to depart from your life. How else would I remember the nightmare 8th grade ski trip where she and I decided to ski through a snow storm that had driven everyone inside. At one point, my ski fell off and she trekked down the slope to get it (thank you!). On the bus ride home (who drives a school bus to a mountains?...besides my junior high school?), it rained inside due to the condensation two of our friends sang "S.O.S." by The Police until we all yelled at them to stop because we were all so cold, wet, and tired. It was a sucky ski trip. But a great memory to have with an old friend.

Just for today, I can reminisce with old friends.