And i don’t get along with Beck. At all. The kaleidoscope through which he sees the world, and the one I use, are composed of complimentary colours.
And that’s why it is fun to catch up with him. We know each other for ages, remember? We drink like fish, we crib about our wives not being with us right now, we go out for the rare smoke, we hunt for exotic food joints, we discuss music, office politics the stock market, real estate rates in the Bay Area and New York, and other similarly mundane things. We even try out some music…. Not too bad, really. A reasonable version of ‘No one knows what it’s like, to be a bad man…’. Not too bad…
And when we, as discussions generally go, move towards discussions on a human level, either just changes the topic, knowing that it doesn’t make sense…
And so, it is fun. He is not a friend to me and neither I to him, but it’s better that way. The pretense of caring about how either is doing, or how life has changed since college, or bitching about old relationships, is not there. And neither of us is really nosey.
So, fun weekend. Yes.
I seriously have no clue how you men do it.