My forever friend

Excuse the lameness of this post title.

Anyway.

Today, I spent time with one of my oldest friends, Brandon.

Brandon and I go all the way back to the first grade. Age six.

I remember him when he was that bizarre eight-year-old obsessed with the Titanic. He remembers me when I was the girl who cried everyday during math class.

Obviously, we've got some serious history.

We had lunch at Panera where I ordered a salad for once in my life. I'll be honest- I never feel quite fulfilled eating just a salad for a meal. I want something more substantial! But my caesar salad was fine enough.

After lunch, Brandon and I walked down to the park near my campus house, which has an incredible view of the city. We sat on a bench and lifechatted for hours. There was a guy playing the guitar beside us, and it was the perfect sunny afternoon.

When Brandon discovered that I had not read Dr. Seuss' "Oh the Places You'll Go," he insisted on bringing the story up on his phone and reciting it to me.

The guitar player heard Brandon reading and decided to strum along in tune with the words.

Dramatic and wonderful and embarrassing. But mostly wonderful.

We sat out in the sun so long, I actually got sunburned on my left forearm and forehead. Awkward.

Ouch!

I think it is so cool and special to have a friend that I've known for sixteen years now. It's so funny how much our lives and conversations have changed over the years, and I know we are going to remain friends for many years to come.