But sometimes it's awesome. I've been able to catch up with friends I'd forgotten I had. And with friends that I treasured in my teens. And while it's totally surreal that we're all grownups now, with our own children, it's great to catch up. At our core, we probably haven't changed all that much. At least most of us haven't. We're more kind and more forgiving and more mature. But we still possess the same personalities that drew us to each other in the beginning.
So this week, Maria (LAHS class of 1991) and her clan came to dinner. They currently live in Colorado, and they lived in California for several years, making her the most amazing wine country tour guide (my deepest thanks to her for her guidance on our trip this past year). She is now married to an Englishman, which means she now uses the word "lovely" and says a lot of things with a British accent. Her little boys are gorgeous, and she is a "lovely" mother. I was thrilled to have her sweet family in our home.
(Please, no comments about the hat. It had been a long day, and I never had a chance to shower. I'm begging SOMEBODY to tell me that I'm not alone here.)
My fondest memory of Maria is that she was my partner for some kind of cruel project in the 7th or 8th grade. I felt sorry for her because she got stuck with the kid who had a THICK southern drawl (that would be me). She was WAY smarter than I was (and probably still is), so I'm thinking that she probably did most of the work. Sorry, Maria. I think we invented a cordless hairdyer. A really heavy and totally hypothetical cordless hairdryer. Which, come to think of it, was likely my idea because like I said, Maria was way smarter than I was and probably could have invented something way cooler if she'd had a partner that valued anything more than she valued her own hair (which apparently I've grown out of, thus, the hat).Anyway, the boys ran around all evening like houligans. Syd went to bed early, so she's absent from the really perfect picture we managed to get of all of our boys. I don't care who it is, when you get this many little boys together, you're blessed if only one of them is screaming bloody murder. Lovely.
Side note: Earlier that day, I'd gone to the HEB to pick up wine for dinner. I'd left my ID in another bag, and do you know that sweet girl at the checkout actually CARDED me? When I couldn't produce an ID, she refused to sell me any wine. And while I was irritated to have to ask Andy to pick some up on the way home, I've never been more flattered. So thank you, HEB checkout girl. You're my new BFF.
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This post made me smile and even laugh a bit about your new bff. And when I saw the hat (which you totally rock, by the way) I knew you were going to say it was because you hadn't showered that day! And I have those days, too, so don't feel bad. Glad you got to catch up with an old friend, you under 21 looking hottie you!
Amy, I remember that science project. As I recall, you used a eutectic to store the heat for the hair dryer. Where would you have come up with that idea? --Dad
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