The Oregon coast with friends

I was lucky enough to spend four days with high school/college friends (and some new friends, too) in Manzanita, Oregon, last month. We came from all over the country, and many of us hadn't seen each other in 3, 5, or even 10 years.  We spent time beach walking, eating, drinking way too many bloody marys, sleeping in (ohmygoshbigfatdeal, I slept through the night every night!), playing Cards Against Humanity, and even singing pretty darn good karaoke.

It was beautiful and relaxing and hysterical.

Long-time friends (avoiding "old" here!) have a way of swooping you back to being your younger self, at least for a weekend. And then they have a way of making you contemplate just how much living you've done since you were that younger self. As we've grown into our adult versions, we've seen marriages, divorces, babies, deaths, moves, sadness, joys, careers, new passions, new seriousness, new equanimity. Stuff that our nineteen-year-old selves wouldn't have believed was around the corner. And I think we're all way more interesting.

Don't you think you are, too?