My friends decided to come to me last weekend. While some live only ten minutes away, the others are an hour or six, depending on their method of transportation. I had two pending parties scheduled but it was easy to give them up for a rare weekend with my girls.
The fun started on Friday night with a triple-date. Suzanna, Maria, and I, along with our significant others, met up at a Thai restaurant where the laughs quickly started. These girls have been making tears roll down my face since 2004. I actually met Maria first at our college Chicano graduation. We were sitting next to each other in alphabetical order. There was a classmate breaking the record for the world's longest speech on the stage when Maria made a joke about it. I turned to my left and giggled with her. Then I made another witty comment about the girl at the podium and Maria laughed too. That's when I thought, I like this girl. She's pretty damn funny. She made the ceremony bearable but I didn't expect to come across her again. So it was a very pleasant surprise for me when she walked into the course I was taking to get my teaching credential. She introduced me to her best friend Suzanna, who was just as quirky, and the rest was history. I am thankful now that I didn't own a car or possess a driver's license then because I wouldn't have built the friendship we have had they not driven me to our student-teaching site for four months.
Round two: bowling. Check out our nails! As colorful as we are. |
Round three: dancing. A Selena potpourri gets us going every time. |
On Saturday, I headed to my parent's house in L.A. to see my sister. She carpooled with two other So Cal girls also living in Nor Cal. I had not seen her since May when I flew to Oakland. It's a shame that we live so far away because it's difficult to build a relationship through email or phone messages. But we are trying. We had a quiet evening as a family and then got really crazy when we decided to put on a tea tree oil mask, sip on the new lime-a-ritas I bought at Food-4-Less with 8% alcohol volume per each eight ounce can, and watch a movie. We knocked out during the latter half of Moneyball. It's a great movie, don't get me wrong, exhaustion simply took over.
Lack of sleep + drink with 8% alcohol = this |
And last but not least, I met up with another friend of mine on Sunday who also ditched me for Nor Cal after she graduated with her B.A. I met Yesica as a sophomore in college. She was one of my residents when I was a staff member. We joined folklórico and eventually became teachers in opposite ends of the state. We also ran a close race completing grad school. Her life is now complete-- husband, baby, house, dog, career. I never expected her to wait for me until I caught up with her in relation to these aspects of life but I am very happy for her.
Baby was all smiles when the camera was off, I swear. |
I hate spending so little time with these girls. The only thing I can do is seize the precious moments we do share. In between visits, I have to remember to utilize my phone and Facebook the way they were intended to: to keep in touch with my best friends.
I didn't know you met Maria like that. I just thought you met her in class. Good story. What is up with your friends and family leaving to Nor cal? Oh well, at least I came back to you.
ReplyDeletethanks for coming back. i almost had to consider relocating.
DeleteLove it! ( not because It has partly anything to do with me) :-) I hadn't told Angel how I met you ( dont know why, i tell him everything:-)...(almost)...So letting him know I was gonna read your blog about that...he stayed quiet and thought err I think he thought, it should be interesting...both the blog and how we met, otherwise why have so much anticipation :-)? This refreshed my memory cause I remember going, meeting you and laughing and staying quiet when necessary...not in that particular order....maybe it was the alcohol or the time...they memory goes out with placenta
ReplyDeleteAnyway my 3 year old is fighting with me in his sleep I can here him from the living room as type this...it's no surprise..he is telling me too "shoo"....
didn't know how much i should say, but i'm glad you brought up the alcohol. phew! i felt like part of the story was missing! now it's complete.
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