I am one of those people who hasn’t quite come around to this Facebook thing. I’m on it (because of peer pressure), but don’t do anything with it, meaning I haven’t filled out my profile, only log in to accept friend requests or read things people send me, and am too lazy to update my Facebook status.
Today I received two Facebook messages saying, “You have a (frost) snowball war request.” I have no idea what that means.
I’m a Facebook loser.
So imagine my surprise when Facebook of all things, facilitated a reunion with an old high school friend.
That’s Roger on the left with his lovely wife Abi. My friend Rishi, another high school pal, is on the right; we hadn’t seen Roger in about 15 years — just one of those situations where you scatter after high school and eventually lose touch.
Roger and Abi are professional musicians living in Japan, in town visiting friends and family. Rishi friended Roger, then Roger friended me, we emailed a few times, spoke on the phone, and that’s how we all ended up having brunch together at Public.
Rishi picked the place, and he did a bang-up job; Public’s a stylish, lively spot in the heart of Nolita serving a first-rate brunch.
My 2-egg “Fry Up” couldn’t have been any better: served on sourdough toast with mushrooms, roasted tomatoes, and sensationally meaty and smoky bacon.
These crispy quinoa hashbrowns were fantastic. I never would have thought to brown up quinoa like this. Rishi made a keen observation: “You can take anything and it tastes good fried.”
Meanwhile, between bites, we caught up with Roger. He and Abi have two children, with a third on the way. We reminisced about high school and the multiple occasions when Roger almost killed us with his maniacal, daredevil driving. We remembered the time we all went hiking on Mt. Monadnock in New Hampshire, wandered off the trail and ended up climbing up a sheer rock face. And much to Abi’s amusement, we spoke fondly about one particular classmate who was the object of obsession for many a high school male. She was a legend. (If by chance she happens to be reading this… sorry about all those times we drove past your house to see if you were home).
At the end of brunch we parted ways and promised not to let another 15 years go by before seeing each other again. What a good time. And I have Facebook to thank for it.
Seriously though, I’m not updating my Facebook status.
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