That is how long our friendships have been. Both of them. Well, including their best pal, that makes the three of them. And it is still rather funny when I think back, how two of them actually tried wooing me at the same time. Only, being the ignorant person that I was (and still am), I did not really know about it.

It all just came back to me on Wednesday—or rather, very early Thursday morning. I have always wanted to learn bar every since Coyote Ugly. Somehow, I asked Wil about it and he asked if I would like to help out in the bar for this outdoor party that he was organizing with three others. I thought, well, why not?

It started out pretty okay, I guess. Folks are really friendly under the influence of alcohol. And girls are unusually nice to me when they are all a little high and a tad tipsy. Two of the three bartenders I was working with loosened up and let me have their share and fun with the bar after some alcohol and beer.

Keith came along with some of his and Wil’s friends. They were not exactly there for the party, but turned up to support Wil (after all, he did put in a lot of work in this).

Somehow, as the party was heating up, Keith and I just wound up in a quiet area and we just started chatting like the old times. There was this period of time when we were rather close and I remembered that old feeling as I was sharing some deep burdens that I have been hiding for some time.

As we were wrapping up everything after the event ended, Wil called for me. That simple “Dine” was all that was needed to open those gates of memories.

Keith was being such a gentleman. He walked me down all the way to the main road and waited a good 15 minutes before Father showed up. As we talked, we brought up old times, shared current things, reminisced the fun moments, and tried to comprehend the fact that in three years’ time, we can celebrate our 10th year of friendship.

Good old friends are a blessing in times like this.