I was pulling old SF/Bay Area/UChicago friends from a friend's twitter feed. I can tell I'm all squashy with familial guilt and over-emotion and holiday un-cheer and too many people, and this is how:
With Leslie Feist playing Leisure Suit I almost burst into tears upon reading an old friend's bio. The text said something along the lines of, "Actually kind of tolerates mustard these days."
My gut-reaction? "I knew you back when you hated mustard, when rocks were soft. We don't talk regularly anymore, but I (still) miss you and I'm filled with joy to see you so happy (with her)(with life)(in the city). Joy."