just had a "oh, I guess we're not friends anymore" new years eve party.
alex played piano with his new fiery red beard, looking so much like his dad.
Ian sleepwalked around the living room sporting short hair and not a fork in sight--just in case, he said.
and we laughed, like old times.
amanda recounted her spanish love affair and we counted down the minutes until we could
"drink that damn champagne."
we're still in it now--this strange limbo land of college-age kids home for the holidays. three boys who turned out to be better friends than most of those I've considered lifelong.
so long old life, so long.
