Treasured moments. — The Social Experience
Last weekend Adam and I attended his best friend's wedding in the Boston area. We'd been looking forward to this wedding ever since it was announced a little over a year ago, the bride and groom, both very good friends of ours, have been together about 7 years or so. Their eventual marriage was only a matter of time and to bear witness to the event filled me with absolute joy. The bride was breathtaking and the groom was the happiest I'd ever seen him. More so than the wedding itself I was most excited to see all of our NY friends again after four months of 3,000 miles separating us. Fifteen of our closest friends, Adam and I, three nights at a hotel, a wedding, it's hard to go wrong with those kind of ingredients.
When I left NY I didn't expect to be so lonely without our friends nearby. Over the last five years everyone had been pairing off anyways, the once frequent weekly night out with the group had turned into once a month, and even then there were always people missing. Parties became less common and the phrase "We should hang out more often" became more common. Nevertheless those people were my family, and the frequency of which we saw each other never factored into the familiarity and bond we all felt in each other's company every time we saw one another. I don't make friends easily and have an even harder time establishing bonds, so their absence is a sadness I bear daily.
At the end of the wedding the DJ played a last dance. For some silly reason the song was Aerosmith's 'Don't Want to Miss a Thing'. After an amusing moment of watching the bride and groom in their last dance to Aerosmith, we all joined in, slow dancing with whomever, and I, in a completely drunken moment of uninhibited exuberance, serenaded Aerosmith to Adam as we carelessly circled the dance floor in each other's arms. Adam wondered aloud why I knew all of the lyrics, and I wondered silently the same thing.
And to all of my NY friends - in the words of Steven Tyler - I miss you baby.
Nothing like celebrating old times with old friends over old whisky. Hardly gets better than that. The good old days are now my sweet, so relish the moments.
Just to let you know, that last song wasn't a request - I can only assume it was the DJs favorite.
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