I have a dear, dear friend that I haven't seen in a few too many years. She makes me laugh, she inspires me, she is a muse. We got together last week (FINALLY) for lunch in a beautiful old neighborhood with great old row houses on Strawberry Street. Some place unique where the salad makings were held in a vintage bathtub and chalk art graced the walls. I think it's my new favorite place, Strawberry Street Cafe.
I have a bad habit of getting lost on my way to anywhere new, so I left ridiculously early. Of course, I didn't get lost (this time) and I waited in my car, listening to the rain and watching the (few) people walking about. I waited like a kid on Christmas Eve. I think I actually let out a little squeal when I saw her! It was beautiful. We filled each other in on our lives, our monkeys, our plans, her adventures in dating (oh, how I wish I were at liberty to share the crazy jaw dropping episodes!), my Whistling Ninjas plan, her soon to be blog. We talked of the crazies we have known. (I must admit and say thank you for one specific crazy, because without her I might have lived a Scottie-less life, and that would be sad.) We talked, we laughed, two friends, soul sisters, parallel and perpendicular. And it ended way too soon. We stood outside the Cafe, reluctant to say good-bye and promising that next time will be much sooner than this time. Scottie girl has a beautiful soul, a unique sight and I am so very lucky to know her. Until next time,
Under the same moon and stars.
Ibs
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