Fifteen years seperated
Last weekend I got a hold of a old childhood friend of mine, (well ok his brother but we still knew each other pretty good) that I hadn't been in contact with since before high school. At the time he had told me he'd just come back from a two year stay in the states and abroad for work and was moving out of his parent's place just that day. Its a bit funny because I had only just left a message on his phone two days ago, perhaps while he was just starting his return trip to Canada.
Anyways, turns out we are going to meet tomorrow at a restaurant he hasn't been to yet that is near where his new place is. I'm finding that he seems overly curious about a lot of things. One thing was, he wondered what prompted me to get back in touch with him again. I had a few hours to kill while my car was being fixed and decided to wander through the place I grew up in. When I got home, I went through a phone book to see if they were still in the area, (the names stuck in my head and the memories that I still have) and found that they were.
I filled him in roughly about the things I've been doing in the past years, since he told me a bit about his. Only I kind of left out the furry fandom thing. When we were trying to figure out a time to meet, I told him that Saturday may not have been a good time as I was heading down to the states a bit to get some help on a 'project'. Naturally he wanted to know what the project was, even gone as far as mentioning that he helps people start businesses. What I didn't tell him was the 'project' was a fursuit I had been working on. Instead, just said that it was something I wanted to get done before a convention at the end of the month. I told him the convention was a sci-fi/fantasy thing. I promised him I'd fill him in more on things when we actually meet up tomorrow.
This is going to prove interesting at least... having to explain to him about the fandom and not knowing what his take will be on it. It would have been easier to explain it to the parents because at least we keep in constant touch with each other and I have an idea of how they might react. (they do know a bit about it. I wouldn't have been able to go to one of the conventions on the east coast if I didn't fill them in a bit on what was going on)
Oh ya, and I have yet to tell him about my fennec...
Anyways, turns out we are going to meet tomorrow at a restaurant he hasn't been to yet that is near where his new place is. I'm finding that he seems overly curious about a lot of things. One thing was, he wondered what prompted me to get back in touch with him again. I had a few hours to kill while my car was being fixed and decided to wander through the place I grew up in. When I got home, I went through a phone book to see if they were still in the area, (the names stuck in my head and the memories that I still have) and found that they were.
I filled him in roughly about the things I've been doing in the past years, since he told me a bit about his. Only I kind of left out the furry fandom thing. When we were trying to figure out a time to meet, I told him that Saturday may not have been a good time as I was heading down to the states a bit to get some help on a 'project'. Naturally he wanted to know what the project was, even gone as far as mentioning that he helps people start businesses. What I didn't tell him was the 'project' was a fursuit I had been working on. Instead, just said that it was something I wanted to get done before a convention at the end of the month. I told him the convention was a sci-fi/fantasy thing. I promised him I'd fill him in more on things when we actually meet up tomorrow.
This is going to prove interesting at least... having to explain to him about the fandom and not knowing what his take will be on it. It would have been easier to explain it to the parents because at least we keep in constant touch with each other and I have an idea of how they might react. (they do know a bit about it. I wouldn't have been able to go to one of the conventions on the east coast if I didn't fill them in a bit on what was going on)
Oh ya, and I have yet to tell him about my fennec...