It was the first time that I had seen Vicki and Lisa since college. Back then we saw each other just about every day. The three of us had a lot of the same classes and spent a lot time at the same bars. We spent a lot of time hunting men together.
Lisa hadn’t changed much. Vicki on the other hand looked more like the school teacher that she had become. I remembered holding her hair back as she threw up late one Friday night in my bathroom. I remembered her giving head a frat boy in the bedroom at a keg party while I did the same to his friend. When I picked them up at the airport, she wasn’t wearing any conservative teacher clothes, but there was something different about her. As we drank that night at a bar on the beach, I told her that I couldn’t believe they let her teach our future generations.
The three of us spent most of the long weekend that there were here for trying to re-live our glory days or talking about it. And checking out the men in the process.
Lisa just looked, she called and sent text messages to her boyfriend every five minutes. Vicki and I did more than just look. Both of us fresh out of relationships, we danced with the men we met, we made out with them and in other ways were reminded that a breakup wasn’t the end of the world. In other words just having fun.