Will you be my friend?

Today I did a cool thing. Keep in mind I am a self-professed coffee nerd. Today, me and a nd some friends roasted our own coffee beans over a fire, in genuine Ethiopian coffee farmer style. Then we mashed them up and brewed them in a clay pot over the fire, and drank the coffee. Best coffee ever, man.....I know, I know...I am aware that this is only cool to real, genuiune coffee nerds. That's what my mother said when I tried to tell her how cool it was.

So, I was out walking in this Seattle-esque weather we are having, and just loving every minute of it....I should probably go live in the Northwest, though I am truly a New Englander at heart....and yet, here I am in Kansas. Life is funny.
I need to get away though. This is the longest I have been in any one city for a very long time...and I am about to go nuts. I begged and pleaded and pretty much made a fool of myself at work, and they let me have next weekend off. I'm going somewhere, somewhere else, that is.

I have been thinking about how the older I get, the harder it is to make good friends. And I think I have figured out why: It's because there is so much more background to cover as life goes on. For instance, the best friends in my life right now are those from high school, and those I met at the beginning of college. If I were to meet anyone right now that I wanted to become close friends with, there woud be, like three weeks of uninterrupted conversation required just to understand how the happenings of the past four years have made us who we are. Who has those three weeks, I would like to know....really? If there is anyone...
So, I love you who have seen me though such melodrama, we turned out alright, right?