This weekend I took the kids FAC-ing. But that was Saturday and this is Monday and still I’m going to talk about my very special FAC*.
We met my friend, Alice, and her two girls, at a playground. It was a warm, bright day, and the sun felt good on my skin. I was dressed as if it were July. That was one piece of perfection.
Alice and I hadn’t seen each other for several weeks and were eager to catch up. But each time we’d get to a particularly juicy part of a story, one of the kids would need something. A referee. A Band-Aid. A push on a swing. To be told not to throw sand. Saving from a bee. Another snack. A sip. The nearby port-a-potty.
It never failed — we couldn’t close a single topic.
Two hours of fractured gabbing had gone by, and we decided it was time to pack up. We gave the kids a 5 minute warning.
Those must have been the magic words. The quartet proceeded to play together nicely, UNNEEDILY, for 30 more minutes. Alice and I Finished A Conversation. And then another, and another, and another.
FAC is as satisfying now as it was in college (when it happened on a Friday. And with beer).
We laughed together and realized our Perfect Moment.
* Known on college campuses everywhere as Friday Afternoon Club.
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