Since my Valentine is away this weekend at a bridal shower in New Jersey, I’m flying solo with Will. But since she left early Friday morning and I had to work, my parents watched him on Thursday night. Yesterday I went up to Norton after work and decided to stay the night with the parents, becaue I work on Saturday nights too so they need to babysit him again. Which they aren’t happy about at all, seeing as how they practically steal him from me whenever they get the chance.
So last night, I randomly found out that my best friend was meeting up with a few guys from high school who I haven’t seen in years. After going out to dinner with my parents, I figured Will and I would stop by to say hello briefly.
The funny part is we met up with everyone at a bar called Wendell’s in Norton. It is a hole in the wall to end all hole in the walls. It’s a place infamous for serving wings, really hot wings, and it’s a townie bar. But it’s great in that way if you know what I mean. You should’ve seen the faces on all these people when I walked in the door with a baby. It never ceases to amaze me how weirded out people get when I take Will to a bar. I mean c’mon, it’s not like I’m boozing it up. There’s no smoking. Why shouldn’t I pop in to say hello to friends for a little while if he’s in a good mood?
It was fun catching up with everyone, especially since two of my friends are expecting kids within the next 2 months. Then, just as I was about to leave, I saw someone I literally haven’t seen in more than 10 years.
Brian was my best friend on the planet from birth until about 12 years old. We were born four days apart and we were inseparable during our childhood. We went to summer camp, played basketball and slept over each other’s houses all the time. We watched movies we weren’t supposed to like “Coming to America” and “The Running Man,” and he helped me buy a Snoop Doggy Dogg CD that my parents wouldn’t let me have because of obscene lyrics. And how cool we thought we were when we snuck into his parents liquor cabinet and had our first drink, even if that drink did consist of pouring the alcohol from every single bottle in the cabinet into one glass and taking a sip. It was also pretty cool that both of our families are from Portugal and his family owned a HUGE estate house in Bourne, just miles from where I live now.
And I won’t even get into the time we “borrowed” a relative’s car while in Florida. Never happened, you hear?
I was delighted to find out he’s doing well, living nearby and has a 15-month-old son with his fiance. I introduced him to Will, and watched him smile when he realized I named him after my Dad. And it didn’t surprise me one bit when I found out his son is named Joey…after his dad.
We stopped hanging out when Brian went to a private middle school and then a private, Catholic high school. We both got new friends and soon we stopped seeing each other altogether. It happens. It probably didn’t help that I developed a crush on his sister, but I’m not even sure if he knew about that.
The point is, it was really great seeing him last night. Even though we didn’t remain friends after childhood, he’s the kind of friend I want Will to have growing up. The kind of friend you talk about stupid stuff with, watch movies you’re not supposed to and do incredibly dumb things which will inevitably land you in trouble. He needs the kind of friend who has a blowgun that shoots actual metal darts, which may or may not have been responsible for the deaths of several area squirrels. He needs a friend who has cable and figures out a way to watch dirty movies without the parents catching on. Everyone needs that friend, and I’m forever equate being a kid with Brian.
We exchanged contact info and said we’d try to set up a time to meet. Normally those are just things you say to be polite, but I hope this time is different. I’d love to reconnect with an old friend and possibly provide Will with one too.