It's a world of laughter.
A world of tears.
It's a world of hopes.
And a world of fears.
There's so much that we share.
That it's time we're aware.
It's a small world after all.
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Well, last night was one incredible night (as I indicated in my last post) But as amazing as the night was, as happy as I am for Graham and Tony, what really capped it all off for me, what was indeed the cherry on top for me took place at about 11 pm...
I was standing at the bar ('natch) talking to a couple friends, when one turned to talk to another person standing just out of my range of vision. My friend said, 'I'm Franco. Nice to meet you." and the other person said, "I'm Michael." As soon as I heard the voice, I turned, and looked at him and said, "Michael. Michael Colley?" He look at me for a second and said, "Shawn, Ellis?" Then we both smiled and gave each other a big hug.
There, in the middle of a wedding reception, in a bar, in the village, in downtown Montréal, two high school friends from Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, a thousand kilometres away, that had not seen each other since graduation, 20 years ago this month no less (YIKES!) re-connect.
There are few people I've lost touch with through the years from High School that I wished I could track down, but I am so incredibly glad to say that Michael is one of them. Seems he had been in Montréal for a few years back in the 90's. then returned to Nova Scotia, but now again returned to Montréal not 2 weeks ago.
And as if this is not incredible enough, we live on the same street, two blocks apart! What the hell?!?!? Can you say, incredibly freakin' small world?!?!?!
We reminisced the rest of the night, and I'm sure that if were not for the fact that I had to get up for work this morning at 5:45 am that we'd still be there talking...
Most of my friends and I lost contact, interest with mere weeks of graduation, and I cannot say that I'm too broken up about it. Many of those relationships in retrospect were rather thin and lacked substance. I never lost much sleep over that, and even then I realized we were all teenagers, kids still really, and the decisions and selections of youth are questionable at best. :-) My Mother met many of my friends from High School at the time, and as it seems she was an incredible savvy judge of character. There were few of my friends that she actually approved of. She didn't forbid me to hang with anyone, but she made it known who she liked and didn't (heh, thanks Mom). Michael was and is one of those people, and I cannot wait to tell her about this! She'll be impressed with this to no end.
Didier and I are having Michael and his roommate over on Wed night to watch the fireworks and catch up some more. There will be many laughs over the years books I am sure! I am SO looking forward to re-newing this friendship.
Misster-Kitty is one happy camper.