Meet Chance:

a sing-a-long! from graham kostic on Vimeo.

(He's the one wearing the yellow shirt on the left.)

I met Chance a few weeks ago. It started like this:

Chance: Hi, this is a sassy Facebook message telling you that we should meet when I'm in from L.A. I read your blog. You owe me at least coffee for reading it.
Byron: Hi, this is a return sassy Facebook message saying "Let's do this."

And we did. (Ahem, our messages were a little more inventive than above, but you get the picture).

And what did we do? We sat at a diner for, like... God... how long, Chance? Four hours?

It was one the best times I've ever had with someone who, well, I just pretty much met off my blog. We laughed. We cried. We told stories. We people watched. We people judged. He had great hair. We solved world dilemmas(like which Sex in the City moment IS the best?) and we even discovered we know the same people since he used to live in Chicago.

After he went back to L.A. I thought: Hmph. He's totally going to go on with his West coast life and we'll never keep in touch and wa wa wa.

We've kept in touch every day.

When we were kids, making friends seemed so magical. You form a bond with someone on the playground and you have that moment where you just think: Wow, this kid really knows how to build a fort out of cushions! But as we get older, making friends is more about finding people who can make the forts, but will be there when the fort collapses and you need help picking up some of the pieces.

It's even better when you meet someone that makes you laugh and gets you and it feels like you've known each other longer than some of the friends you've known forever through a blog that you thought no one would ever care about.

It's even better when you finally realize that there will days that are hard and bumpy and achy. Those are the days to remember that there are Chances(YOU KNEW THE PUN WAS COMING!) worth taking, like risking meeting someone that you now can't imagine without.