Well, my friend Jam is back in town, and ready to party. The last time I partied with her was here and that was a time I will never forget. I did write it all down so that helps with the not-forgetting part. Which is why I’m doing it this time too. Its great catching up with old friends.
Of course some things never change. For one thing, just like last time, we were having a snow storm and I was trudging up the street with snow that, in some places, was up to my knees . I had a half a bottle of my son’s homemade wine in an insulated water bottle and some 7-up to tame it just a bit. It is a tad wicked. No stuffed mushrooms though, just a box of Crunch and Munch this time.
I put on makeup before I left, although I don’t know why. I guess because I haven’t had a picture taken of me in months, not even at Christmas, which is fine by me, let me tell ya. Tonight, though, there are lots of pictures of me that should just be burned. I can laugh at them though as long as I don’t acknowledge it’s me in the pictures. Ha. I did take one selfie that was pretty good. I was going for a one-chin look and think I did it. I did have to reach up quite far with the camera to get the effect I wanted. What do you think? I’m dreading when Jan gets back home and will upload a whole bunch on Facebook.
So I made it to the door and didn’t fall in a snow bank. There they were, the girls from the block and Sue(p). God I love them. We had snacks, drank some wine and remembered the great times we had. We also realized that things aren’t like they used to be. We are all so laid back (old) although it could be because of the cold it really limits what one can do. We weren’t about to get on a bus and go to a restaurant and spend lots of money on food and booze then hop on another bus and yell things at Shelly with the sole purpose of embarrassing her (“Shelly has a boooyfriieeennd!!!”) while on our way to the casino. Shelly was so easily embarrassed back then, now she just gives it right back at us AND she says really bad words more often. That’s fun too but not nearly. Watching and hearing her apologize profusely to whoever she had to sit with on that bus would make everything just get out of control.
Life was so different then.
So what did we do? I laughed so hard the back of my skull hurt so bad I had to make myself stop. I swear I was having a stroke or my brain was just trying to leak out the back way. We started posing for pictures but without our Sue as she left a little early. She did drink a lot of wine before I got there.
Shelly and Jan’s kids were there as well as some miscellaneous others that Shelly seems to adopt. Mine stayed home. They were mostly pushing cars out of the snow outside the house. A lot of snow and you’d think people would know better. These kids were so loud I couldn’t believe it but what great human beings. Shelly would screech their names, demanding they come upstairs and help the neighbours get out of the driveway AGAIN and up they would come. Except the girls. They put on fashion shows for us and made us ache for our youth.
My place is so quiet.
That feeling of friendship, which I felt was missing from my life for so long, was as if it never left my heart. How easy it is to relate to these women, and to laugh and tell stories.
The best story? Sue was woken up one night by a stranger, who was obviously drunk and in her room looking for “Jordan”. She kept asking him what the hell he was doing there. She got out of bed, was in her nightgown (thank goodness) and followed him out to her kitchen. (Who are you??) There she noticed he had (Who the hell is Jordan???) helped himself to some snacks and tried to open her Crown Royal bottle (which is so stuck but I bet I could open it). All the while he kept asking her where Jordan was. (How did you get in here??) He finally realized that he was in the wrong house (Sue has no idea how he got in there or who he was or who the heck was Jordan) and was going to leave. He was heading for the door and Sue was worried that he didn’t have a jacket but he left anyway. She found the jacket (he had set up a nice little bed on her couch). She called 911 and told them about the guy (that poor, poor man is out there without his jacket. I’m so WORRIED!) and how worried she was about him and could they please come by to get his jacket so he doesn’t freeze to death. NOTHING about the break and enter. Our Sue was just worried about the hoodlum’s welfare. We were all imagining if it were us and we would not be so calm. I would have been beating the guy over the head and chasing him from my place, screaming at him to get out. Jan figured she would have stood there and screamed and panicked too.
We talked about and remembered some recent firefighter stories, the crazy diet stories, the backyard fire pit stories, some ex-husband stories (mostly good ones that were hilarious and not bashing them too much), the time when Shelly’s cat wasn’t as, umm, fluffy as she is now. Hell, we were less fluffy back then too. The times when Shelly and Jan would be on the bus with their kids, someone always seemed to scream at them that they were lesbians. Which led to some dating stories and questions. Lots and lots of questions. But not about lesbians.
It was a good way to reconnect with them. They are my friends. They were never gone. I plan on keeping it up but when the weather gets warmer. I’ll have 2 grandbabies by then and will be wanting to go
show off visiting. I hope Jan will be able to come back again soon.
Now I have to go to Urban Dictionary and look up what my name means. Sue’s started off nice but ended up with nasty words.
I’m going to try to post every week again. That’s my goal so hopefully I’ll see you next week!