Wednesday, April 15, 2026
Five minute or it’s not worth it.
Platonic? I mean, yes. I think so. Probably.
My shrinky dink is convinced that boys and girls can’t be friends without someone wanting to get in the other’s pants.
To be honest, a lot of women feel that way, and I cannot wrap my brain around it.
My bestie turned 50 on Andy Moog’s birthday, and we’ve wanted to get to a Bruins game for a while, so I treated him.
Not a big deal; we watched a lot of B’s hockey when we were younger. I’ve missed watching hockey with him, so every chance I get, I will take it.
Unfortunately, I live five hours north of Boston and I hate driving into the city. My genius ass decided that it would be a great idea to take the train in.
Well, the MBTA decided to work on the tracks and end the commuter rail at Beverly, so I had to take a bus from Beverly to North Station. I triple checked the schedule and the original 9AM train I was going to take from Newburyport was scheduled to arrive after noon. It was a 12:30 game and Bestie was getting to Boston at 10AM, so I decided to take the 7AM train.
Remember when I said it was a five hour trip? My ass left the house at 2AM to get to North Station at 8:30, not the 9:30 the revised schedule said. ARGH!!!!!
But. I made friends with a guy in an Andy Moog jersey while I waited so it wasn’t completely horrible. (Yes, yes, I did. Normally, I would avoid talking to a stranger but I was hopped up on two coffees and a bottle of Coke. It’s like being manic, but without… the mental illness part of it? I don’t know.)
When Bestie finally showed up, I was over the moon. Fuck, I’ve missed seeing him in person. Texts just don’t hit the same.
I don’t even know how to do the day justice. I was a sappy mess, but he means a lot to me. He is my everything, My ride or die. My bestie.
And I needed him to know that.
Life’s too short to not share those sort of feelings.
But, you know, boys and girls can’t have deep, meaningful, platonic, friendships…
