It’s been a great week, especially the past few days, for seeing familiar faces. A bunch of my friends from Hopkins met in NYC this past weekend for “Men’s Night”, which Kevin does a better job of explaining than I could.
Myself, I’m good friends with these guys, some more than others, but they’ve got a history that goes back several years before I met any of them, and I’ve always tended to fade into the background a little when they’re all together (shades of being the college freshman hanging out with a bunch of seniors). I’m not actually a participant in Men’s Night proper – it was never my tradition, and I never felt bad about not being included.
This weekend, though, was maybe the first time I ever felt completely and totally a part of this group of guys. From dinner at Virgil’s on Friday night, to brunch, a museum and wandering the Strand on Saturday, I felt like I fit in, was one of the gang. I still wasn’t around for Men’s Night itself, and that’s ok – the important thing to me was that I was able to see friends that I haven’t seen together in years, and have it feel like home. (Plus, I hear the initiation ritual’s a real bitch.)
It’s odd writing this, knowing that some of them will most likely read this, so Kev, Dave, Justin, Dave, Eli, Ernie and Jeremy…thanks. Seeing you all in one place made me miss…well, having you all in one place. As great as you all are, the group of you is even greater than the sum of your parts.