Time of my life
When we were in high school, my best friend and I were derisive of our peers who considered high school the best time of their lives. Even though I enjoyed high school, I suppose I still haven't completely let go of that attitude. Now I find that I've become of those people who considers college her best years and talks about them more than I would like.
Over the past few months, I felt like I was getting closer to my coworker R. I wouldn't have said we were friends, but we've become a pair at work--someone to eat lunch with, see a movie with, and conspire about/against our coworkers. I know she is an opportunist--trading her husband for a boyfriend for another boyfriend--but I was still hurt tonight when she joined some of our other coworkers for fun and drinking between work and our office poker night and didn't tell me about it. While we were playing tonight she and W (another coworker) kept disappearing from the table together and I didn't catch onto the fact they were sneaking off to take sips from a flask and spike their sodas until W's wife clued me in. When the light dawned, I felt betrayed and left out.
I couldn't help but compare it to the nights in college when I had a seemingly endless number of friends to call and I never lacked for plans or fun.