I’ve been in a really bad mood lately. Lots o’ stress+ lots o’ whining= not so much fun. But I know that’s all going to change for a few short days. Yes, the Fric to my Frac, the Abbott to my Costello, the Ben to my Jerry, the Gin to my Tonic, The Rogers to my Hammerstein ( I could go on forever, this is too much fun) is coming to visit me!
We’re going to stay up late, laugh ’till it hurts, talk ’till we can’t, eat ’till we’re too full, drink ’till we’re too hungover, cry ’till we…well let’s hope we don’t cry this time. She’s going to tell me what a good mother I am, I’m going to watch her be a good mother. We’re going to talk about our work, our kids, our husbands, our cities -well her city, my town.
Then we’re going to laugh about old times. Like the time we spent the night before her wedding in the bride and groom’s suite, ordering the “lover’s breakfast for two” and laughing about it until the champagne came out our noses. We will remember the time our butts stuck together because up North summer is HOT and there’s no air conditioning. We’ll remember Paris, Sonoma, Vegas, New Jersey, Colorado, family vacations, attempting to jet ski — on one jet ski of course, old boyfriends and old friends.
We’ll remember our babies when they were much younger. We’ll remember when we were much younger.
But mostly we’ll just laugh and have a great time.
Then she’ll go back to her city and I’ll stay in my town and I’ll think about how lucky I am to have had a best friend for so long and for so much more time to come. And for a while, all will be right the world.