His girlfriend was asleep back in the airbnb, and the three of us had stopped to put our feet in the water after a sloshy boys’ night of carousing in the small Cuban beach town of Varadero. Joseph and I didn’t know we’d become de-facto sibs when we first met years ago.
In fact, we’re not sure when we originally became acquainted.
As my closest friends since my divorce 16 years ago have gotten married, had babies, moved away, or just drifted into different lifestyle rhythms, Joseph and I (and a few of our core pals) have steadfastly refused to fully grow up. Or we’ll work on a Sunday so we can get out and play on Monday.
She and “Uncle Joey” stretched out on the couch together and played Super Mario Kart while I ordered a giant pizza for us all to share.
When our meal arrived, Joseph set out placemats and napkins on wall of the front stoop while Simone filled glasses of water and I transferred massive New York-style slices from the box to plates.
I stayed off my phone when out walking for the past couple weeks and here’s a partial list of stuff: - hand licks from dogs - smiles from other peds - saw 2 drunken Lime crashes, avoided 1 - noticed new (?
) art - two gorgeous sunsets - heard the flicker of leaves in the wind I'm simply going to repeat this quote from @real Donald Trump because it's quite extraordinary in a number of ways: "Fox isn't working for us anymore!
Simone kept it because it makes her happy to see us looking at each other with such deep affection.
When she voiced worries about me being lonely before she left for college, my friendship with Uncle Joey comforted her that I’d be okay. We’ll forgo getting a head start on the work week and instead spend a Sunday rambling around the city on foot, getting into trouble, dragging other friends into the debauchery, sliding into a new week hazy and relaxed.
The ocean was bracing but not freezing, and the moon was nearly full.
Joseph and Micah looked at each other but hardly hesitated to strip and follow me in, and the three of us — hairy Colorado sea bears — painfully pale and naked in the moonlight, dove into the ocean, laughing and whooping and splashing around.
Simone has a picture on her phone of Joseph and me that afternoon.
I’m looking at him and laughing and he’s smiling back.
“Fuck it, I’m going in,” I said, dropping trou on the shore and splashing into the sea.