I shouldn't still be up at this hour. It's after 3 a.m., but I just hung up the phone after a two hour conversation with Darcie which involved a couple of dropped calls, three low phone batteries and more laughs than I could count.
Have I ever told you how amazing Darcie is? Well, she'd be embarrassed if I went on and told you here, listing off all of the many reasons why she is one of my best friends in the whole world, and besides that, why she's one of the most impressive and fabulous women I've ever known. It might seem a little too much if I said that no one, and I mean NO ONE, makes me laugh like she does (except maybe for Jenni who knows right where my funnybone is and is always rubbing up against it).
Do you know them? God they are good. These girls. My friends. The ones who have been there for me consistently, whenever I call on them, whenever I need them. The ones who have been right there waiting year after year for me to come home and visit, going out of their way to come here to NY and visit me, always answering my emails and calling me on the phone and being there to make me laugh at times when I've thought I might never laugh again. These lovely girls.
Who else can I talk to about how much our hometown damaged us or about all the funny characters that still stick out in our minds from back in the day or about any inane fucking thing that enters our heads? Well, I have this blog of course...haha.
Do you ever think it is strange for me to come on this computer and just ramble on about whatever I feel like, not knowing whether or not anyone cares? I'm not sure anymore if I even do it for anyone else or if I just do it because it feels good to get these thoughts outside of myself and into the world where they can hang out and look pretty or ugly, or whatever it is that my words look like when they just hang out on a webpage in this vast universe of webpages.
It's like putting clothes out to dry.
Here is Darcie, her long strawberry blond hair and her brilliant thoughts, flapping in the breeze of my infinite adoration.
Posted by Maria at May 2, 2007 03:32 AM | TrackBackI wonder if I will ever feel like I deserve to have friends as perfect as you and Jenni...and I am not sure I will ever recognize myself in your reflections of me. But I do know when you have great friends, being a great friend comes naturally. Because you can't help but be the friend that they have already been to you. It is karma in motion, man.
Posted by: darcie at May 15, 2007 03:08 PM