I was all set this morning. Yep, I knew what issues were going to be blown to smithereens and how pointedly- and yet self-deprecatingly- I was gonna lay it down.
And speaking of grand ‘ol (but youngish, too) times- fare thee well to one of my bestest pals, Miss Annie Gloyn, soon to be Martzell, moving to L.A., gettin’ outta Dodge, leaving me fabulous furniture, also terrific memories for which the photos have long been destroyed….The kind of pal that doesn’t need an event- hanging out is the event. When travesties or joyfulnesses occur, she’s the one to bring a baked good, a scented candle and a hand-written note- she’s also the kind to write a thank-you for a thank-you (and one time, even, for a thank-you.) She’ll have a drink waiting for you at the bar and a spare toothbrush in the apartment. Yet, while all of these things are nice, they don’t make a best friend.
Nearly eight years of trips, randomsauce sleepovers and impromptu dinner parties make a friend. But remembering and celebrating important, whimsical, trivial and teensy tiny things (like caring for an ice chip in the eye- with an ice pack/ how ferrets get fursty/ why certain napkins are for display and display ONLY)…those make a best friend.
One that I’m already missing dreadfully.
So, smooches, sugar- seeya in a couple of short months. I’ll be the one in a divine bridesmaid’s gown, drinking the best that Napa has to offer, and celebrating a happy couple.
If you’re free, we should try to meet up.
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