connection

How do you spend an evening with friends after watching the movie "Bridesmaids"? The movie over, a hand was thrust between myself and my girlfriend, a fist full of a ten dollar bill waved to attract my attention... the husband of someone in line I had given an extra ticket to earlier in the evening. Unbeknownst to me this lovely couple had ended up in the row behind us. Wouldn't take no for an answer.

As it turned out, the "found" money came in use later in the evening during my mad dash cab ride to find my cell phone. During the movie, I fought the urge to be distracted by the "who, what, where, when-ness" of my mental search. When had I last held my phone in my hot little hand?

Movie over, the game's afoot. As I used my friends' phones to call home, call the cab company, call my phone, it dawned on my how important this lost phone was to me. Not for the ease of connection with friends and family, not for the very pretty cover I bought to match my ski-jacket, not for the sense of security carrying it around gave me.... no, it was the loss of those 129 photos I had taken over the past 2 months. The loss of the moments you can connect to through photos.

An hour later, and all the searching that could be done... done, (no phone), I settled into a energizing evening of good bread, wine and connection. Our friend found us, despite not being able to text me. Amazing how that happens.We shared our moments of connection to characters in the film, to themes in the movie, moments of reconnection with our lost selves and each other. Traded knee surgery stories, shared about the responsibilities of work and children. No earthquakes, no rapture... only genuine people enjoying moments together. More photos were taken. Flash. Click. Saved.