I think one of the great things about being an adult is having friends who’ve known you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. One of my best friends growing up was Ivy Cohen and yet we lost touch after high school graduation… until this past Sunday.
Ivy and I have been friends since first grade. And while we didn’t spend all of our time together throughout our school years we were always friends. We (and our dates, who are hardly more than a parenthetical remembrance now) went to junior prom together and while the night was not all that I definitely had a great time with Ivy. When I came back to our high school from spending a year at another school she was there to welcome me back and to make me feel included since a bunch of my old cronies were gone from Reno High for good. (That story is for another blog so stay tuned).
I don’t know how Ivy and I lost touch as adults. Perhaps the eagerness to get our lives started had us focused in different directions. Our moms would run into each other from time to time over the years and they’d catch us up on what the other one was doing. Recently I heard that Ivy had moved back to Reno from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. I found her on Facebook and finally, finally! we got together this past weekend.
We met at Club 7 Sushi in Reno. From the moment I walked in we started talking and never stopped for four hours. Somehow we managed to consume a large amount of sushi between sentences but otherwise our mouths never stopped gabbing. We had so much to catch up on and then we got to the reminiscing, “Do you remember…” and “What ever happened to…”, “Did you hear about…”
At one point the restaurant’s owner came over to ask us if we’d known each other for a long time. I think the staff was taking bets on how far back we went given our excitement to be together and constant flow of chatter from our sushi laden mouths. It was so fun to find out how we were the same as the girls who used to be friends and how we’d changed. But the most important thing was that we still had a tight bond and it’s nice to know that sometimes you can just pick up where you left off without skipping a beat.
Not that I’d advocate not talking to good friends for years, but it’s an incredible experience to catch up after a long absence!
Eventually we had to end our lunch as we both had other commitments but once we left the restaurant we ended up talking for another 25 minutes in the parking lot under a sweltering late afternoon sun.
There’s something about the friends we had as kids, before we knew who we were, before we had figured out who we wanted to be and we just were who we were, that is irreplaceable. Thanks for a great lunch Ivy!