That's What Friends are For

Tarythe called me around 5:20.

"Where are you?"

"I have no idea," was my truthful reply. I was lost. I had been driving for 40 minutes, and was nowhere near where I needed to be; I knew that much. I had missed my exit, turned around and missed it again, forcing me to drive another 20 minutes in the wrong direction as there was no convenient turn-around spot. I finally exited somewhere in McLean, VA and took the first sign towards Washington, to hopefully put me in familiar territory.

Matt called around 5:45.

"I've called, not to tell you that we're all waiting for you, but just to calm you down."

By this point I had reached Northern, VA.

"You'll pass a Giant on the left," he said.

"Peeeuuuwww. I just passed the sewage plant," I told him

And finally, I saw Ted, standing on the side of the road holding a parking space for me right in front of his house. After an hour and a half of driving, I was happy to see some of my favorite people. Our friend Emilie was in town and it was cause to get together. Ted cooked a delicious dinner of roast and mashed potatoes that were so creamy. We sat for hours around the table, nearly eating 5 pounds of potatoes between the 6 of us. But, even better than the potatoes was the comfort of being with friends that I've known for many years. Ted and I realized that I met him when I was 20 and I have just turned 25. The others I have known for almost as long.

There is something to be said for the familiarity of good friends:
The kind of friends you can laugh with for hours on end and not get bored.
The kind of friends who remind you of good memories, and are always ready to create more.
The kind of friends who wait for you for over an hour so you don't have to miss the Sunday dinner.
The kind of friends who help you to get where your going.



Tarythe, Scott, Ted, Emilie, April, Matt