S and I reconnected at a bar & grill where I had spent a fair amount of my Tuesday afternoons during law school. He looked good, dressed in slacks and a pressed shirt, his tie sitting on the table with his cell phone resting on top of it. When I had first met him nearly four years ago, he looked too young to be in law school. Now, he somehow looked impossibly younger, the term babyface not doing him justice, and perhaps even insulting babies everywhere.
S is grown up now though. He's clerking for a judge, making a living, and soon to be married, yet he still gave me that feeling, a mixture of youthful exuberance, sunshine, alcohol, road trips, and freedom. And I was happy to get that vibe, happy to hear about and feel his excitement for the upcoming Minnesota summer, his wedding, and the time that he'll spend surrounded by his friends. Yeah, there's something to be said for getting older and doing the things that signify one's passage into adulthood, but it also impresses me terribly when somebody can do those things while remembering to be a little seventeen every now and then.