Grasping Adulthood

I had a dream that the 6 of us were having dinner at Shabuway on Tuesday night, instead of just the current group of 4 we have now. Nothing else was different. You were there with us, also talking about the daily going ons of your life, also giving your opinions on the upcoming birthday bash, also talking about what your future wedding would be like, also showing your discomfort with the idea of having kids any time soon. We cheers-ed with our sake bombs and you got your infamous Asian glow. We playfully argued over who was the coolest pair of buddies and we reminded everyone that at least you and I had perfected a buddy-walk during pledging, which automatically made us better. No one agreed and someone brings up our issue from 2005, which makes us lose points. We shrug it off and state that that’s a time we’d rather forget than remember so it doesn’t count. It was a vision of what life would be like if you had never left.