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Ryan teases Budida.

Budida is Ryan’s friend. They often play a game where Budida hides some­hwere in the house while Ryan and his mom Celia fol­low the sound of Budida’s hum­ming. Ryan always wins because only he can hear the song.

Last fall, Ryan, Budida and I spent a fun after­noon jump­ing on my brother’s bed and trash­ing his room. We took some snap­shots, but I guess my shut­ter was not quick enough to catch Budida, who was always just out­side the frame. But by the end of it, the three of us were BFFs (Best Friends Forever, duh).

Now a com­pletely unre­lated story: I have another good friend called Noura. The rea­son I call her a friend is that we’re both absolutely mad about Dave Brubeck, and any­one with such a burn­ing pas­sion for jazz is good peo­ple in my book. In fact, she’s one of the nicest peo­ple I’ve never met. You see, we only know eachother on Facebook.

Now one day Noura threw a birth­day party for her three-year-old son, and she noticed that one of his friends looked vaguely famil­iar. As she approached the Mom, she real­ized who it was and yelled out “Oh my God, Budida!” to Ryan and Celia. Noura had seen our snap­shots on Facebook.

I just love when my imag­i­nary friends bring my real friends and my vir­tual friends together.