Allison, love, I'm so glad you didn't get swallowed up in the unfathomable world of married bliss. heheheheh. Here's hoping you'd be Cool Momi forever.

Originally posted January 2, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

Gen doesn't see the point, but I am looking forward to our long-overdue dinner with the old gang.

It's ironic that we all live in the same city (well, most of us, anyway), yet we only get to see each other once in a blue moon.

Over time, the coffee breaks became less frequent, the phone calls and text messages nonexistent.

The married couples, especially, seem to live in a world of their own, so wrapped up in adult concerns like raising kids and saving up for tuition. It's a world that we, fate's acid joke, do not understand.

We probably don't have anything in common with them anymore, save for all the crazy memories of intoxicated bliss. These memories mean the world to us, but do they still matter to our married friends? I doubt it. I really doubt it.

I am grateful, however, that though these get-togethers have become a rarity, we all still care enough to call each other friends.