People Worth Flying For (Plus 7 Great Dance Moves)
September 18, 2013 § 14 Comments
Raise your hand if you love your friends as much as I love mine.Even in this super-mobile age of frequent flyers, one doesn’t hop a plane or drive all day to go visit just anybody. It takes time and expense and planning and effort to put yourself in the physical presence of someone who lives far away. It’d be a hell of a lot easier just to Skype. Or email. Or… nothing.
I am so grateful to have friends from college who have done whatever it takes to be together on a yearly basis since we graduated. The 10 of us have gathered for birthdays, weddings, divorces, births, second weddings, funerals, and other occasions, but mostly just for general mischief and merriment.
Our most recent get-together was last week, when one of our 10 got married in a beautiful, tiny ceremony in the middle of the woods. From our various corners of the world, we flew and drove, then hiked across a field and down a muddy path to the spot where we’d stand witness for her.
After the wedding, old friends mingled with new friends at a reception that evolved into a raucous dance party. The site was still under construction — its completion delayed by a summer of rain — so we danced on unfinished floors, with holes in the walls instead of windows, under strings of lights hung from raw beams. Girls danced with boys; boys danced with boys; girls danced with girls. (This particular wedding had two brides, no groom. Fun crowd.) One kid started breakdancing. A dog wandered across the dance floor. I brought out some of my best moves in honor of the occasion. And by best, I mean worst:
Anyway. The next morning, we hauled our sorry asses out to breakfast and started making plans for the next gathering, next year. God knows what will be happening in any of our lives by then. Someone will probably have something to celebrate. Someone will probably have gotten into some kind of mess. Someone will probably miss a flight or take a wrong turn or get lost.
But we will be together, no matter how we have to get there. At some point there will probably be some good dancing. And by good, I mean very, very bad.
If you ever need me
I’d come running
Straight from the airport
Cut through the customs line
Bust down the courthouse doors
I would testify