**We really do have quite a collection of fine and wonderful friends. Moby certainly approves of them, accepting that anyone who comes in the door is a friend of ours, and therefore worthy of at least greeting, and possibly the honor of adoring him. I must give credit to D, since the kernel of this circle started as his elementary school buddies. Not that there is any difference in the Old Friends and New Friends, if you fit, you fit, come on in.
At our reception (good gods, was that 7 years ago?) at a Lebanese restaurant, both D and I were approached, separately, by the owner, belly dancer, and several servers, to tell us how nice our guests all were. Yes, well, they are all good people, who bless our lives. So we make an effort to gather them as best we can, as often as we can. We missed them all terribly while in Boston.
Last night's do was supposed to include a few games. We got so busy talking, we never got any started. L commented on this as they readied to leave.
"Ah, well, everybody come back in. Stop laughing, we must play a game, dammit!"
I stopped K from cleaning up. She'd spent an hour crashed on the floor next to Dave*, we gave her a pillow and covered her with a blanket. So little time together, I don't want to spend it cleaning anything. ND stayed, as the only one who would not be going home to crash immediately. So I washed dishes, while he and D talked and kept me company.
Part of the problem, aside from the schedules of modern life, that makes this all difficult is that one friend has Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome, thankfully with an employer who needs that 2AM to 10 AM niche filled. Actually, make that two with DSPS. The PhD grad student has chronic insomnia, K is a teacher's aid - with a young child of her own, I of course get up at 0530. D and Dave and L have adjusted their sleep to be able to spend time with their respective spouses. For some, last evening was VERY early in the morning, for some it was VERY late at night, but we all were here. This makes me very happy.
*There are so many Daves, this does not count as identifying information.
**Yes, I know, I have to clean my fridge better...
3 comments:
I'd have been drying the dishes with you. Sounds like a bunch of great people, and a good party.
Udge, well, if you ever make it this far, you'd fit in perfectly.
L, Part of how I write this, not going to make an exception just because I have permission. Anyone who wants can find you from the comments, since your whole name is here.
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