tonight
-i just got the call from my friend B.
(she and i were partners in crime all thru HS and early college years. then we did the obligatory not-talk-for-a-few-years-for-dumb-reasons. then we became super good friends again after some crazy life happenings…. she married the guy i introduced her to in 8th grade.)
anyways, she’s my ‘married friend’ and i have called her so many times in the last 2 weeks that i feel waaaaaay lame. it’s weird because she was always the person i’d call and we’d be out and about within 15 minutes. now i have to be penciled in between making dinner for the hubby and visiting the in-laws.
weird how it’s all turned out.
….point is…..the call i got was the call i’ve been waiting for. “I’ll meet you at the corner bar at 6:30p”
tequila shots, coronas (corona was her maiden name, such a shame to give it up), and me bumming smokes from her pack of cigs in about 50 mins.
So you can’t go to the show? :)
welll…………she’s a frist grade teacher, so i figured she’d be to bed early.
what time are you going?
