Highlights 2003

The exact sequences of events was hazy.

I remember walking through a construction site, buying strawberries at a nearby SPAR, and finally happening upon Ooster Park after hours of wandering. By and by the p——— kicked in, and we just lay in the field, staring at the clouds and sun.

This was after his birthday dinner at La Coupole, the three bottles of wine at Les Jardins des Plantes, L’Eiffel, and La Gare du Nord (successively), the spat we had before we became transcontinental, and the phone calls in between. This was after the multiple last minute New Year’s celebrations, the neon green alien pajama set, the soda jerk days, and the letters after we hadn’t spoken in a year. And this was most certainly after the first time we had ever met, in a roller rink, when my summer roommate had a crush on him and the two of us would spent our late nights debating his merits and that of her current boyfriend.

“Aaron, do you realize that we’ve known each other for seven years? If someone told you when we first met that we would still be friends seven years later, you living in Germany, us spending weekends all over Europe, what would you say? Would you believe it?”

“Damn.”

And we lay there quiet for a moment longer, the weather just a little bit chilly, I wearing his long-sleeved shirt.

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