There are times in your life where you just meet the right person at the right time. Click. It's instant.I think of my friend Staiphner, who I met for the first time when we waved to each other at a fanfriggingtastic Dead show (Buffalo 1991). I was on the floor, she in the upper tier (she was with our mutual friend who was 6'5"--an easy spot).
I think of B2, hired because of her excellent taste in shoes, who I swear is my doppelganger in so many ways it's kind of freaky.
I think of Michelle, who I was introduced to by my sister because I was too shy to make the intro myself (I was ten).
I think of the sisters N & M, with whom I bonded in the bathroom at a beach bar in a drunken stupor, and with whom I ended up spending some of my best college years.
And not too long ago, I met The Liquid Muse. Smart. Kind. Hilarious. Thoughtful. Cool as a vodka-soaked cuke. And a kickass writer to boot. I loved her instantaneously.
Life got busy for a spell--quit job, started job, traveled, fell into funk, had family stuff, you know how it goes. And -poof- in an instant, The Muse was gone. Headed to the other coast. And just like that, my life was a bit less sparkly.
So my dear friend, safe travels, and come back soon. And see you when I get to LA--sooner than later.
xoxo
2 comments:
Just think of it this way...when your lovely hubby decides to whisk you away to the Left Coast for a weekend, you can sip away with The Muse in LA (ok, that rhymes...)
Oh my... I'm veklempt (sp?!?)
You know its all mutual - and you betta get your sweet a** out to the West Coast soon, my dear!
(By the way - your parties and events are waaaay fab. Please keep me on your guestlist - I'll be flying out for those as often as my wings will carry me!)
xo
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