Truth is complicated.

But truth is golden.

And this weekend wasn't one that started with the end of a week. It started on a Thursday with a presage of better things to come or of worse things past. Either way it was an allowance, a permission for excess and revelry involving beach-sipped crowns and limes. Lobster, steak and ragu.

Some french tunes thrown in by the 60 year olds in the crowd that rang particularly well with my old bones and august soul.

And on Friday I worked on a model, not the photographed kind but one equally elegant and complicated in the insightful righteousness of their eyes (i's).

And I've thought of filial connections a lot as of late. I once contributed to a piece of collective thought called brosperity. The almost too-collegiate-for-writing word inspires in me a feeling of home and success, the idea that behind the frattiness and ice and tanks and boat shoes lies a stronger connection that is always tangible if only rarely visible. Vineyard vines tie stronger bonds than the knots on a 25 foot skiv.

Bro. Bros.

Term does not only apply to guys. It has a broader context that allows it to refer to anything, friend, best friend, co-worker, cousin.

I met a lot of them this weekend and even though my night ended before Jimmy appeared in the picture, Timmy did make a solid A.

A bottle of russia sneakily hid in the scoops bag (Tostito's of course) and failed to surprise its target who instead calmly reached for it, failed to adopt the one knee stance and instead popped the cap and sipped happily.

Jose also made friends that night, even after a couple of Maggie's on the rock and an insufferably hot spell on Mexico's rooftop we hid in the dungeon-like coolness of the first floor of my home.

The truth is that familiar settings like this are rare and far between. Throughout the years the bros around me (of all flavors) have followed a sinusoidal wave of closeness. Never farther than one but only touching at one brief instant near zero. And though I find myself finding a y=0 equation, or nearly so, I find other experimenting with the scatter plot around me.

Some follow a tri-asymptotic curve I didn't know it was possible.

For now Ill revel in those I still have and consider to be a part of my filial family in a country that keeps my two different life's apart.

Adios.