I remember singing that song in Girl Scouts, zillions of years ago, during the (brief) time in which I was a Girl Scout. Even though a lot of the other messages they tried to stick in our heads didn't stick with me, that one did. I've always tried to stay in touch with good friends from my past.
Jersey Jay is one such friend. We met when he hired me to work at Game Keeper, back before it was purchased by Wizards of the Coast (and before WotC was subsequently purchased by Hasbro and flushed down the toilet, but I'm not bitter or anything). To be completely honest, that was one of my favorite jobs of all time, and it was so great precisely because of the good friends I made there.
That was also the first really diverse group of friends I've ever had. There was J, who is both conservative and religious (my polar opposites), K, my first openly gay friend, P, who deals with drug addiction, B, the Japanese-obsessed music guy, and J, the 40 year old virgin. I'm not sure exactly who I was in the group, until the end when I think I would have been classified as "the uber-controlling psycho manager." It was a rough time for me, what can I say?
I can't deny that all of those friendships touched me deeply, and I am grateful to have had them. My friendship with Jay, however, was the strongest, and even though we hadn't talked in a long time, we recently got back in touch. I'm glad. Despite our differences, we always had a good time together and I don't think he realizes it, but he was there for me when I needed him the most. In fact, he saved me from making a terrible awful no good very bad mistake.
Since my days at Wizards, I've made quite a few wonderful and important new friends. Even so, I'll always have a soft spot for my old WotC gang, and I hope they feel the same about me.