Blaine asked me to go with him tonight to visit his friend from law school. His friend doesn’t have a lot of energy these days and talking is draining but he’s still eager for company. Blaine thought the two of us could carry the conversation. His friend likes to reminisce about their time in college, so I asked questions and Blaine told their stories.
Afterward we stopped for a bite to eat. A quick appetizer and a beer. We talked about how tomorrow is going to work. First thing in the morning Eve and I are doing the charity walk. The football game starts at 11. Everyone is invited to a watching party at the house of the couple who previously canceled a party because it conflicted with a tailgate (tomorrow’s away game doesn’t conflict). There’s also an art festival going on tomorrow. Blaine’s firm is one of the sponsors, and he feels he should go at least long enough to put a bid on something in the silent auction.
“And then it’s Saturday night,” Blaine said brightly but he sounded tired. “I hope we have a date.”
Some time ago--when I was in Chicago and we Facetimed on Saturday night--we realized there were only one or two Saturdays this year when we haven’t had a date--the two of us. It has become a thing now to make sure we don’t miss another Saturday this year.
“Always.”
“What would you like to do?”
The words “turn off the phones, the lights and invade your personal space” fed through a re-phraser as they traveled from brain to mouth. “How about a movie?”
As for the rest of tonight…
As we were leaving, our phones alerted us to a text from Eve. She and Paul wanted to know if we were up to having a drink with them.
We turned around and reclaimed the table we had just left.
Before they arrived, we agreed to make it an early evening. But the conversation flowed and the laughter started and all of us lost track of time. It ended up being the best way to rebound from everything.
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