You know when there is little place in your hear where you BFF resides? And how when you don't get to live near them or see them...that little place aches dully until you get to finally be with the? There is a little place in my hear that has been aching off and on for 10 years.
When i was seven, hiding behind my mother who was dragging into yet another new classroom, i met MY BFF. She saw me peeking out from behind my mothers polyester pants and offered me her goldfish...we were pretty near inseparable until we graduated from high school.
After high school we headed our separate ways fulling expecting live near each other. She would marry and start a family and i would bash around the world writing my memoirs. She did get married. I did bash around the world. However, we never lived closer than 500 miles to each other. We talked on the phone...i tried to visit as often as i could....but life has a way of completely fucking with our plans.
For the past three years we have been talking about how great it would be if she could move her family out to denver. Her husband is a firefighter...he could get a job here...right?
They tried for ages...he flew to denver for interviews time and time again. To no avail.
Two months ago he was offered a job. This past Friday, for the first time in nearly five years, i saw my BFF. There she was...same forever long hair, same smile...same hands...only now she is a mother of four. A devoted wife and mother, cooking healthy meals and recycling. She saves money by the bucket full coupon-ing and stocking up at costco. She is the mother of an Aspy kid...so loving and patient and kind. She is, in many ways, different than that little girl offering me her goldfish...and yet...she is still exactly the same. We sat up until the wee hours of the morning laughing and talking just like in the old days. Only now our conversations are about grownup things....her child having Asperbergers, me being a raving lesbo...in-laws and finances...car trouble and taxes...politics and religion.
I woke up in her house Saturday morning...feeling quite parched and wondering where i was (you know how beer and whiskey can muddle things) I pondered us for a moment; completely different completely the same....that achy place in my heart not quite so achy.
so yeah...that was an awesome start to my weekend!
Saturday night turned out to be quite amazing as well...
why you ask?
one word: BURLESQUE
I have this hilarious friend who calls himself the Irish Jew...he plays the guitar and performs comedy sketches at Lannies Clocktower Cabaret. I finally made it out to catch his act...
I caught so much more than that: i caught Cabaret Fever. I've never seen so many talented (and sexy) young women all in one place. They danced and sang and swung tassels around on their nipples. (HOW DO THEY DO THAT?) There was a gorgeous lady named Midnight Martini who swung herself around on a ring suspended from the ceiling. She accomplished such wild and exciting gymnastic feats that blew my mind and caused me dream about her later. We were each given these horrid little noise makers which i nearly wore out and became quite horse with shouting (the MC asked us to be loud and obnoxious just in case you were wondering). Who needs strip clubs when you've got Cabarets...so much more talent involved and you don't leave feeling sleaze dripping off of you. Not only were the young women amazingly talented, my friend was also quite hysterical...who knew he could impersonate Bob Dylan so well? I wish i had had a video camera!
so, friday night i spent drinking with BFF, saturday night i spent watching lovely ladies throw their clothes off, and Sunday night i found a bunch of boxer briefs on sale. (trunks to be exact) and not just any trunks. American Eagle trunks! I do not know why but i I LOVE American Eagle underwear...especially their boxer briefs. They are snug and comfortable...just the right length and always in my favorite colors. *sigh* Throw in the sale and i was one happy Boi...I am easy to please.
and there you have it folks...the key to a happy weekend...
bff's, burlesque and boxer briefs
happy tuesday
5 comments:
I too love American Eagle boxer briefs, soft comfy, awesome waistband, I have them in black, grey, kelly green, aqua blue, they rock:-)
i know! the waistband rocks...and i found some fantastically loud multi-colored striped ones... i just feel amazing wearing them ha!
Ok. I wear two kinds of underpants: white Hanes for Her and some flouncy ones from Victoria's Secret.
But, having a BFF? I know all about that shit. Without my bff, Harriet...I would have never learned how to blow smoke rings, how to speak 20 words in the Somali dialect or how to make the best apple pie in the world. (Hint...the key is in the salt. Seriously.)
She and I met when we both volunteered to work the toddler lunch at our children's Montessori pre-school. I wish SO BADLY that I had the chance to know her as long as you've known your BFF.
i like vickys secret too...just on other people...HA!
I am blessed with my bff...she is the the laverne to my shirley, the thelma to my louise....
how much salt? in the apple pie that is?
I've been away from the blogosphere for a few weeks and in catching up I found myself sniffling a bit at this post. Sweet, reconnecting with your friend. And then burlesque and boxers? A trifecta of wonderfulness right there.
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