Thanks for the MemoriesPosted: October 9, 2007
Well, kids, I’m back.
It’s been a few days since I’ve given you my best effort here at I Got Nothin’.
What I wish I had was the ability to post pictures. But that will come soon enough. I’ve sort of figured it out, but need some help from some of my blogging gurus to get me over the hump.
Until then, you’ll have to just deal with the words.
I graduated from Marist College in 1992. So, yes, that means the Alumni Weekend I just attended was, well, my 15th college reunion. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months. It’s rare that my closest friends from college can all get together at the same time. The last time the five of us together, in fact, was two summer’s ago. Before that, it was 2001.
We’ve all done well with email, phone calls, baby gifts, birthday cards, etc. But having us together, well, that’s just something special. The difficulty at this stage of our lives is that while we used to see each other at weddings, now we see each other at wakes and funerals.
And, while we are all in regular contact, there are other friends I see more and talk to more. However, I consider these four to be almost in a different class. It’s hard to explain and may be hard to understand. But we’ve done so much, have gone through so much, shared so much — that, well, I don’t know how you can compare.
So this past Saturday, Chris, Jeanne, Nancy, Liz and I travelled back to Poughkeepsie to remember old memories and experience new ones. And we certainly accomplished our goal. We were together for less than 24 hours, but we had an incredible time together — like we always do.
Any type of reunion can be tough on a spouse — having to hear the same stories over and over and wonder why they are either funny or meaningful. The five of us are blessed to have spouses/significant others that understand our friendship and give us the time to just enjoy. And that’s what we did.
This post isn’t coming out nearly as good as I had hoped. Sometimes, when there is such feeling, it’s hard to explain. I feel like that now. And that’s part of the reason there will be multiple posts from this weekend.
So, who are Chris, Nancy, Jeanne and Liz? Let me introduce you:
Chris and I met freshman year. We lived on the same floor. Had the same major. Rooted for the same teams. And we’re both from Connecticut. The bond was strong, and for the next three years, we were in classes together, worked on the school paper together, did basketball stats together and much more. It just made sense for us to be roommates. So we were. Chris knows more about me than most, including how loud I snore and, well, what my puking experiences have been. Post college, we continue as great friends, playing fantasy baseball and making an effort to see a game in every major league ballpark. We’re currently in a holding pattern at, I think, 16. Oh, and he’s a lawyer.
Besides Chris, Nancy is one of the first people I met at Marist. We were talking about it this weekend, we don’t even remember how we met. Just that we did. I went to my first off-campus house party with Nancy and Jeanne and we’ll always laugh about styrofoam cups and nobody will understand why. And that’s OK. Nancy and I never had class together, but we continued to build a great friendship. And, of course, being a guy, I wanted it to be more than a friendship. She didn’t, so it wasn’t. There were some hard times because of that, awkward times. But, in the end, what’s important is that we realized how important being friends was, and I’m happy to say that she’s one of mine.
Jeanne was Nancy’s roommate. It’s funny how some of these things start, you know? No other reason for us to become friends. We didn’t have any classes together. But it was my friendship with Nancy that developed my friendship with Jeanne. I think one way I can describe our friendship is like this: if for some reason we were out of contact for a long period of time, we could just pick up the phone and fall right back into it. It’s just that easy. I consider Jeanne to be almost a sister. It’s that type of relationship. That type of closeness. She’s calm, relaxed, easy going and just, well, nice. Jeanne lived less than an hour from school, and a few of us would sometimes go to her parents’ house for a weekend. Just to sit in hot tub or go swimming or just relax and shoot the breeze with her parents. Those are some of my fondest college memories.
What I like best about my friendship with Liz is that I believe we’ve actually gotten to be closer friends after college. We were close in school, no doubt about that, but we’ve each gone through some pretty emotional times relating to death and birth. When you can share feelings with someone who knows, it’s a good thing. In school, and now, Liz is just, well, awesome. She puts everyone before herself. She never forgets to send a card for anything. She’s just someone you want to be around. It’s almost hard to explain why. Liz is ridiculously thoughtful, first by making an incredible memory for all of us when she turned four years of pictures into an amazing video documenting our college experiences together. Secondly, she built a website where we can all go to see pictures, remember birthdays and more.
So those are my friends. You may be bored reading this, but I’m sitting here smiling as I think about each of them and what we’ve experienced individually and together.
It doesn’t matter where life takes any of us. No matter what happens, we have friendships built on four years of memories, emotions and experiences. And for that, and for them, I’m grateful.
Stories and pictures from the weekend coming next.
What else? I got nothin’.