I see friends. I drive to Bethesda to see them. They're standing around the bar in a corner of Union Jacks.
I approach and smiles and greetings erupt. They explode with joviality.
And I'm warmed. Enriched. Fulfilled.
It feels good. I haven't seen these folks enough lately. These folks that I've shared my life with. That I've joined in experiencing and learning what this world is all about. What we're all doing here. How to make it better. How to make ourselves better. I've journeyed through my days with them. Years. Lives.
I've journeyed with them.
As the night moves on I step outside to smoke a cigarette. They appear a few minutes after and announce how the party is moving. How they're relocating to a wilder establishment.
And I have to decline.
Sadly, I have to decline.
But they understand. They're supportive and caring as usual.
It depresses me when I'm left sitting on the curb as they drive off in drunken glee. But I'll see them again soon enough.
God, I hope I see them again soon.