Wait. I lied.
About 7 years ago I was sitting in class with a girl who carried a lunch box for a purse. We never talked but I was all, "We should really be friends" in my head about her. But you don't just walk up to somebody and say that without being branded "Stalker," so my imaginary friendship didn't really work out.
Then 2 years later I was sitting at a new job when this girl walks in and says, "I think I know you."
And I was all, "Uh...no...Freak."
And she was all, "Yeah. We went to the same grad school."
And I was all, "Crap. I think you're that stuck-up chick I couldn't stand"
Turns out I don't have a good memory (too much nutri-sweet). It was lunchbox purse girl. We'll call her Madelda. (That's not really her name but I like it. And we used to have a client who called her that so it works.) Madelda and I bonded over CPR training with dramatic role playing that impressed and horrified our instructors. We worked asses to elbows in a shared office doing battle against evil and spontaneously breaking into song, dance, or both daily. Madelda listened patiently while I vented about wedding planning. She went wedding dress shopping with me, planned my bachelorette party when my maid of honor fell down on the job, and was one of the first people I told about my pregnancy. When I was on bed rest, she visited me in the hospital and brought me enchiladas.
I listened to Madelda's stories of a boyfriend who didn't get it and later, tales of true love when she met her husband. We used to get drunk together and go on diets togehter. But then we turned 30 and we got pregnant together.
Our asses and elbows bid farewell 2 years ago when I left for a new job but we still talked and met up on a regular basis.
And tomorrow Madelda departs, 34 weeks pregnant, toddler in tow, and house on the market for a Grand Southern Adventure. She's moving thousands of miles away to a land full of crocodiles, Wal-Marts, and daquiri stands. She won't be back for a long time.
And I'm sad.
I'll miss you, Friend.
Have a daquiri on me.
And now, a photo montage in her honor!
|Our Gang! Monthly cocktails won't be the same.|
|Dance! Dance! Dance til you Die!|
|I said, "Show Me Sexy!" I got...this...|
|Practicing for the Daquiri Stand|
|Crocodiles stole my daquiri!|
Colorado won't be the same. Sigh....