Blow Up the Past

That was the title of my thesis. My advisor just asked me that question so that he could put it on his cv. It also accurately describes this weekend. In three short days, I met up with friends from college and home for a really great weekend. I went to New York for Bighead's birthday. We had a great time with that crew, and the Drake was there as well, so it was good to see her before she heads off to St. Paul for the school year. Tonight I also saw two of my four freshman year roommates. The whole weekend was one big nostalgia trip. In high school, one of our teachers said that she'd never seen people so young reminisce as much as my friends and I did. Well, this weekend wasn't so much reminiscing, but it was totally catching up with some people that I don't see nearly as much as I like to. Bittersweet. I guess this is the big sacrifice you make when you fly the coop and make friends with people from very different backgrounds for four short years. Everyone continues to spread themselves widely, devouring portions of the nation. Sure, we're all pretty much still on the east coast, but it's disconcerting none the less. Am I being a little melodramatic? Sure. But it's still difficult to become great friends with people that you know you may not see all the time. I think this is one of the defining aspects of modern living. People traveled far and wide before and made quick friends that they also quickly lost touch with. But they never traveled so much. And making superficial contact with people through instant messaging, email, or cellphones was not possible. So you maintain these tenuous contacts. And every once in a while, you see them, and it's all the same. But then you separate again. Ah well. It's too late for me to be articulate, but you get the gist. It's nice to maintain contact with people you don't see very often, but in many ways it makes the pain of constant separation that much more acute. Enough. I'm being sentimental. Deal with it. It was a very strange weekend.