We had a surprise visit –a blast from the past– from my husband’s old band mate, the bass player, along with his girlfriend.    The D_____ existed what feels like a lifetime ago (first generation punk).  I’d met the singer years ago but never any of the other members.  My husband still gets royalty cheques for the song but, aside from that, it’s history.

It was a fun night.  He and his girlfriend are really nice, and they live a life totally unlike my own.  They own a house in a trendy neighbourhood, downtown, in a big city, have cool jobs, no kids, and drive an impressive vehicle.  It was fun to reminisce and update each other on old friends and acquaintances, but I can’t help but think about the differences between us.  I’m sure we all shared these thoughts.