I hit enter too quickly, before.
Thinking about my friend from the previous post makes me think about another friend from Wizards. We'll call him Pat, because that's his name.
In the summer of 2001, Pat was far and away the best friend I had. We went out to dinner almost every night, went to awesome concerts (several of which he paid for -- either with his at-the-time sizeable bank account or with a handy credit card), played pool at this dingy billiards place, made dirty jokes, and just had one hell of a time. Another friend -- who was supposed to be a closer friend, actually -- said that he regrets that summer because it should have been our time. The funny thing is, I don't regret a thing. There were awesome people coming into my life, awesome friendships that could have turned into even more significant relationships, and just a general sense of happiness that whole summer.
In thinking back, I'm sure I was angsty about something, then. I was 21, and it's easy to be angsty when you're 21. But wow, I really don't remember anything other than how freaking happy I was.