New friends

Thirty-seven is
(not)
too old
to participate in an
all-day
pub crawl.

Or
at least 5 hours
of the one I hit up
Saturday,
with its hundreds of
20- and 30-somethings
wearing t-shirts from
Iowa, Michigan,
Penn State, Illinois,
Minnesota (hooray!),
the friendliest folks
you'd ever meet.

(All alums,
but not ribbing me
for not being
an alum.)

Folks who would be
that friendly anyway,
even if not
filled to the brim with
trash talk
and
Bud Lite.

After this
august occasion
(beer-induced
gut rot aside),
I told my friend L
how much fun I'm having
becoming better friends
with her,
and actual friends
with her Michigan crew,
all
uniformly friendlier than
they have to be.

And that it's
no knock on my
old friends.

But
new friends
are
good for the soul.

Day 30 of 31:  3.15 miles

Day 31 of 31: 2.2 miles

January Total:  50.01