I had dinner last night with someone who has known me since I was 4 years old, just a clueless kindergartner at Venable Elementary. Our elementary school no longer stands, a grocery store sits where we learned our ABCs…but it’s amazing how the spider web connections of friendship pick up right where they left off. She read my book, she really read it, so that made me feel goofily happy in addition to the great company.
Even though I have reclusive hermit tendencies, I do love these connections. My introverted spirit doesn’t like the stress of a lot of people I don’t know well, so I don’t like to go out to networking events or parties. I like to host parties where I know and love everyone on the list; control over the guest list is ok by my brand of weirdness, but I find a room full of strangers to be an overwhelming energy that sets me on edge and I’d rather skip it than be rattled. Sitting down one on one with a beer (or three) is perfect. One on one conversations where the topics fly around the range of randomness from lip balm to botox to pets and every strangeness in between are the times that make me happy and feed my soul for days.
I was extra blessed yesterday in addition to last night’s dinner. Another friend came for lunch AND brought me a book: double happiness. And conversations from school work to Star Wars toys to douche baggy former coworkers had me laughing so hard I’m glad I retained bladder control.
Cheers to friends, new and vintage, who don’t give a crap that I don’t do Bele Chere or cocktail parties or any of that. You’re the best, and to know you is a gift.