Years ago (literally about 4, which is RIDICULOUS) our little group of Athens friends would play tennis at Bishop Park and then eat dinner together at local restaurant every Monday night. Those were the days when the only thing on our minds was becoming a regular at the restaurant and getting a healthy fitness glow from the sweet Georgia sun. We never thought those days would end and I was convinced I would finally have a consistent backhand.
I was wrong about both things apparently as I can’t hit a backhand to save my life, and tonight, when I ate there for the first time in years, I was immediately taken back to the glorious phase between college and real responsibility and the huge pasta portions we would justify after casually playing tennis for a few hours.
I sent a group text to the old crew and this response captured my sentiments perfectly: “That was a lifetime ago. Good times, friends. I’m not one to say that the best is not ahead but damn that was fun. Athens fam fo'eva.”
It’s not good to live in the past, but sometimes it’s good for the soul to eat a large bowl of pasta and look at old pictures…