What she wore: Purple t-shirt that says, "I-heart-new orleans, but instead of a heart it has a fleur de lis, jean capris, grey and purple slip-on tennis shoes.
Spent last night in the company of my two old college buddies. They’re married to each other, and are some of my best friends on the planet.
Is there anything better than an old friend? They know you inside and out, they know all your secrets, and they still like you! I’ve often compared this feeling to nirvana. The feeling of unconditional acceptance. Of course, they still give me a hard time and tease me–but it’s all in good fun.
Mainly we’ve been discussing my friend who’s about to have a baby. She sends the most graphic e-mails EVER! I know more about her cervix then I ever wanted to know. The rest of the old gang is still childless and we’re horrified by the whole thing.
I was telling an acquantaince of mine recently about these e-mails and she said, "Well, I know how she feels. Once you’ve had a baby you’re just not sensitive about that stuff any more. It’s kind of like you’re in a club or something." My response, "yeah, but we’re not in the club yet and it’s like she’s trying to keep us from joining!"
Have a wonderful weekend. I head back to Arkansas tomorrow.