Almost every Saturday night for the last decade, six of us- Ed & Page, Justin & Erin, and Hannah and myself, have gotten together for dinner, drinks, stories of the week/month/year and lots of laughs. It’s become a weekly ritual revolving houses and taking turns cooking or spending an hour trying to figure out collectively what to order for dinner (which sometimes gets heated). We only skip due to illness or conflicting family events, otherwise it’s assumed- we will be getting together on Saturday night at someone’s house. We have been through births, surgeries, celebration and deaths together- and we always come together and share and laugh or cry together.
The last get-together we had was February 23rd. The following week, Justin’s wife Erin had a family event and the following week- well, the world went offline. Ed & Page are older, they have mild health issues, but they couldn’t risk it. Justin & Erin have a 2 year old and they couldn’t risk exposure. Hannah and I are both still working and at higher risk of getting it considering our exposure potential from our workplaces.
We have texted, called, video chatted- even talked through doorways at distance for the random drop-off of something....but it just felt so awkward, so unnatural, and so disconnected.
Last night, after almost 3 months of social distancing, mask wearing, and coupled isolation, we collectively said fuck-it and all got together for dinner at Page & Ed’s. It was strange at first- do we hug, do we stay away from each other? Page was joyous, she was crying- it was the first time she had seen anyone she loves (other than Ed) in 3 months. Within 10 minutes it felt totally normal, we reveled in the company, we laughed, we cried, we were together. We were careful about not getting too close when talking, we hugged heads turned away. But we were finally a group again.
Things will get back to some sense of normal, it’s taking time- but it’s getting there.
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