On chatting to Carrie on the phone..!

Sometimes there's no particular reason why, but you lose touch with an old friend. Maybe it's because your lives have changed in some way, or perhaps it's because you're both too lazy (or pigheaded) to pick up the phone... maybe there's literally no explanation.

Tonight, however, I've just put down the phone having spoken to Carrie, a friend from university I haven't seen for three years after she finished her Criminology degree (a year before I graduated). Carrie moved to York (and hasn't returned to Nottingham since!) and has gone on to buy her own boat (her family were always keen boaters - we had a great barbeque on the River Trent once in the 1st year at uni!). We spoke a few times in my final year in Nottingham, and expected that somehow we'd meet up, but for one reason or another it never happened. After that, I went off to be an estate agent for a while, moved house four times in the space of a year and a half, and here we are, three years down the line!

The best thing about Carrie was always that she was always up for a party, no matter the event, and for that reason, being friends with her was one of the defining things I remember from university life. She always listened to great music, and was generous too - especially when she was serving up the drinks! In the first year in halls, I'd often stay up chatting with her in her room, where we'd normally call it a night sometime around 4am in the morning, having watched late night poker and struggled to work out the rules...

One of my other main memories of her is that she loved to cook lasagne, and afterwards would insist that no-one wash the cooking dish, because she loved to spend hours picking away at (and eating) the crispy (burnt) cheese! She might not appreciate me writing that particular memory down, but hey, you live once, right?!

The funny thing is that speaking to her tonight, and getting a catch-up on her life, it felt like hardly a moment had gone by - as it always does with good friends. The reason we got back in touch was because I went out with another university friend, Lee-Anne, on Friday night, and we've now decided that the three of us should meet up and relive a few old times - Nottingham seems like an appropriate location, since we frequented every bar in sight for 3 years solid!

Let's hope we can get something arranged.

Darn it, forget about hoping (!), we will, we will.