August 22, 2012

• Mercurial

  Our names on the list was at the bottom of the second page.  We should have known better to come to one of the best known Ramen spots in the area at such a late hour. The waiter calls out the name Far for the second time.

  "Hurry say you are Far so we can sit down."
       "No fool. All these people have been here waiting. I am a lot of things, but I am not rude."

  I look at the list of names coming up.  Jenny, Betsy, and Loan.  

       "There are 3 girl names coming up.  If any of these three names come up, you are up to bat."
  "No. Those are white girls name.  They will know."
       "Look around.  There is no white people here.  These are Asian girl names."
  "Whatever Far."

  We usually grab a snack after yoga class on Tuesdays and head back to the gym to rock climb, but it was something about the Moon Yoga poses we did that day that left our souls more calm.  We didn't want to struggle.  

  

  Back in high school in the tenth grade, I had asked her if we would be friends after we graduated.  She responded that she didn't know.  At the time, she meant it and I was a bit thrown off because we had been friends since we were babies.  Our parents were friends and therefore we became friends.  Ten years have passed since then

  Within my ever-changing mind of goals and aspirations, the flurry of people that come and go into my life over the years, and the heartbreaks and shortcomings, she is one of my constants.  Our friendship is unconditional.  There is no judgment. No expectations.  No worldly pressures.  
  26 years of friendship and counting!

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