A Dear Old Friend

You know a friend is special when you can go weeks, months, even years without seeing them and the minute you do, it’s like you were never apart. That’s how it is with my friend Jose. I hadn’t physically seen him in nearly three years. We spoke on the phone or via email every blue moon but that was it. This year we had promised to catch up. He drove three hours to my parent’s house in the snow and when he walked up to my parent’s door I nearly tackled him. Jose was one of my very best friends from college. We had met at a fraternity party and became instant friends. He even lived on my futon for a while when I lived in an all girls dorm. Every single girl on my floor had a crush on him. They adored him. I remember one night the fire alarm went off at three in the morning. A hundred girls go swarming out the doors and the R.A.’s start taking roll. Jose looks at me, Sca and the others and starts singing the Sesame Street song “One of these things does not belong here, one of these things does not fit in.” After that myself and some of the other girls ended up in a big ol’ house off campus. Again, Jose came along. This time my room was luckily much bigger and we upgraded from a futon to a couch. We fought like brother and sister, we loved like brother and sister.

My mom, of course, made this huge meal of steaks and baked potatoes and salad and trays of Christmas cookies. Nothing but the best for Jose. My family loved him too. Gloves called in the middle of dinner. I talked to him for a few minutes but told him I had to go. He promised to call back later. I said I was going out so not to call my parent’s house but instead call my cell if it was going to be late.

Jose, my sister and I went up to the local pub and had a few rounds. Stopped at the Pump & Munch on the way home to buy a twelve pack. Jose and I catch up and reminisce until 2 in the morning and then head off to bed.