I just got back from a nice long lunch spent on "the beach*" catching up with two classmates from high school. One I haven't seen since we were both wearing caps and gowns, and the other who I've only seen once- at our 10 year reunion. We talked about wives and children and houses and careers. Oddly enough we're all at the same institution of higher learning, although each in a different degree course (JD, PhD, & MS). It was lovely catching up, and I genuinely hope to see them again, preferably without waiting another 14 years.
As it turns out, Facebook has benefits that extend above and beyond throwing sheep (which I enjoy).
*No, I did not just move to a seaside resort. The Beach is a nickname for a portion of a street near Hometown U. It used to be more grassy, but these days it tends toward the cement.
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I heard about that from one of the other attendees. I'm glad you went! How nice for all of you. Next time, invite me? ;)
I remember the beach in the bad old days when it was utterly full of hanger oners, hippies, beatniks weirdo and students. It looked like a beach with towels and belonging scattered everywhere and when the weather was nice, people undressing to soak in the rays.
How fun to see old friends there.
Throwing sheep is a nice way to remind people you love them.
Facebook is so much prettier than My Space.
I agree. My Space is rather nasty.
And Smellyann, you have an open invitation.
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