I usually don’t like to write about really personal stuff on here (I usually save that for the 20+ journals I write in daily)…no, I usually write about vague life contemplations that may or may not have anything to do with what is going on in my life, rather usually what is going on in this crazy brain of mine. But I’m going against the norm and writing about an experience I had tonight that just made me laugh at the irony of life in general.
You see, I am standing up in the wedding of what I can only describe as my “adopted little sister”. I met Renee when I was dating her brother, Brian, way back in high school. When people ask how we met, I always reply, “I lost a boyfriend, but gained a sister.” And that is still the truth. Renee is the little sister I always wanted, and I’m so happy to be a part of her big day.
So tonight was the engagement party, and while I’ve seen Renee and her parents quite a lot, I had not seen Brian (or his wife, Lindsay, whom I also know) for about 7 years. I mean, I could be exaggerating the years, or maybe not, but it’s been a hella long time. I mean, when exactly do you hang out with your ex-boyfriend and his wife? (**side note, when does an “ex” stop being your “ex” and start being your “friend”? That’s for another blog post) And, of course, there are no hints of relationship envy or anything like that, but I still knew I was going to be a little awkward…what human wouldn’t be awkward seeing an ex they hadn’t seen in a bazillion years? Sarcastic thoughts of “oh, great, this should be fun” or “just do it for your little sister”, or “even if it sucks, just smile and nod” were running through my head on the drive over (and yes, these are the voices that run through my head, and yes, I realize there is probably medication I can take to quiet them…). But since I am on this “Que Sera-ing It” kick, I threw nervousness of the unknown to the wind and just went with it, awkwardness and all.
So long story short, what, on paper, seemed like a very awkward situation, turned out to be a night of comedic reminiscent hilarity. There are certain people in this life that just feel comfortable, like an old sweatshirt that you refuse to throw out because it’s broken in, and will always be a part of you…you may not wear it ever again, and even throw it into the back of your closet, but you know its there, and that familiarity is a comfort to you. This is exactly how I felt with Brian and Lindsay. I’ve known these two since high school, and I’ve known Lindsay’s was Brian’s “One” in college, and yes, it should be weird and awkward for me, seeing as I am still the single one…but for me, it just wasn’t. It was comfortable. It was like time hadn’t passed at all. We were like old friends hanging out at a bar, shootin’ the shit while sharing a beer and reminiscing about old times, talking about new times, and how old we all feel..all without the awkwardness of past titles and all those imply.
I guess the whole point of this blog is that it is amazing to me how people I met in high school, who I won’t see for years, even decades, pop up in my life again, and it’s like nothing has changed. We still have the crazy personality that made us all friends, we still have the same smiles, the same laughs, just this time with a little more lines under our eyes and (hopefully) a little more money in our pockets.
And while I will admit, the childhood room tour that found my prom garter attached to his old bulletin board was a little embarrassing, it was the fact that we were spewing wine out of our noses with laughter at the hilarity of it all that makes me smile the most.
Everyone is where they ought to be, with who they ought to be with, and life continues to amaze me.
