I say that while watching an episode of "The Wild, Wild West", and enjoying the campy hijinks and wishing something like it was on the air these days.
But it's also because in the past week I've gotten to see two friends from college. (Who will, hopefully, pardon me for using the term "oldies.")
The first was in town after a family reunion, and we met up at a pub downtown before he went with friends to a Twins game (and I went to a book club to discuss a book I had not read). Although he and I have been in touch off-and-on since college, we hadn't actually seen each other in about 23 years. But Happy Hour was good. And I think we both really meant it when we said that we should keep in touch and do it again.
The second was in town on one of her yearly (or semi-yearly) trips back to this part of the country to see her family and friends. We've seen each other almost yearly since college, and it's always great to see her and her family. We also ended up in a bar, but this was a bar/restaurant and we sat and talked over dinner with one of her cousins.
Since, unlike Christopher, I didn't grow up in this area, most of my long-time friends aren't around here. They're in places like Baltimore, or New York City, or Cardiff, or any number of other fairly random spots around the globe. And while that makes for good "let's go visit X" kinds of travel possibilities, it does make it hard to sit down with most of them over a beer for Happy Hour.
But these occasional check-ins are nice. They remind me who I was, which makes it much easier to remember who I am - and who I want to be.