Have you ever met someone, and within minutes of that meeting, have that lovely realization that you now have a friend that you can call upon, love, enjoy, treasure, and ball-bust for the rest of your life?*
Happened to Bill and I, when we met TB and Dys in person for the first time, last Thursday. And first, can I just go on record as saying that it’s grossly unfair that I have to remember to use their nom-de-nets when writing about them? They have it easy with the use of our real names. I call shenanigans**.
Meeting someone in person with whom you’ve had a prolonged on-line friendship is just like picking up a conversation where it left off. A really good conversation. Full of inside jokes and instant understanding and “I KNOW!”‘s and “ME TOO!”‘s. And laughter. Lots and lots of laughter. So much laughter that my face actually HURT from all the smiling I’d been doing, once the weekend was over. Part of that was all the fangirl squeeing I was doing over all the MotoGP stuff. But most of it was because of the company I was keeping.
From the moment we first met until the moment we parted on Sunday afternoon, the four of us just clicked. Stories were funnier, insights were more interesting, commonality was drawn on a startling amount of levels, and we never – not ONCE – got tired of each other’s company. That fact is attested to by the late hours we kept each night, and the constant text messaging back and forth when we weren’t in each other’s company for whatever reason.
Yes, I know, I’m going on and on, but dudes, I totally have a friend-crush on Dys and TB. I can tell if we lived close to one another, weekend plans would probably automatically include them. Backyard barbecues would be a common occurrence. Every MotoGP race would be watched together, and we’d turn Dys and TB into Formula One fans in short order.
Life is just better when you have good friends to share it with. And I’m grateful, more than I can say, for the opportunities I’ve had to make more.
(*I will also go on record as saying that the LAST time this instant-kindredship happened to me, it was over Heather. Though, we met in person first. I am truly blessed in my friends.)
(**Speaking of which, Dys or TB, one of you needs to let me know if it’s okay to post face pics here, and on Flickr. I have an ass-ton, but I can be edited. I mean, it’s possible. It’s a mighty struggle, but it IS doable. I think.)