Posts Tagged: friendship

Meet Piper

God Damn

In my life I have these friends that I don’t talk to very often, do not see all the time, or can’t have coffee in my kitchen with on a weekly basis.  And that’s ok.  I’ve come to terms with having friends like this because the alternative’s the friends I do have. When we do talk it’s like we’ve been talking for ages.  When we see one another we look on with love, honor, and gratitude.  When we drink or eat together, the moments are heartily endearing.  In my opinion, this is the best type of friend to have.   Piper is one of these friends to me.

All weekend long, at BlogHer, I would catch little Piper effulgences.   Her luminescence it did indeed serve as a beacon for my soul.  I’d spot her in a crowd, her fiery mane standing out, as if to say Here I am, Mishelle.  See I’m here.  Right here. Everytime we were in each other’s midst it was spectacular and very much like we’d never been apart even having just physically met on Thursday, July 23th.

Then, on Saturday, we spent a chunk of hours together.   Our voices told stories from the depths of our hearts.   Our visual exchanges were introspective.  Our laughter was bountiful as we broke bread and saluted to love, friendship, and life.   There isn’t any question as to what kind of friend Piper is to me.   Later that night this was unabashedly proven.

While on our $3.00 Patron Margarita binge at the dive we happened to stumble into with two other friends I asked Piper about her plans for getting to the airport.  I basically arranged for us that we would take the El train to O’Hare.  Greedily, I was looking for some more Piper time.  She however couldn’t do it.  I didn’t understand why until I went to her room to finalize our plans that night.

“Uhh.. [they’re] just gonna take me,” she said.

“Ok,” I said, “but we’re gonna get to the El together, right?” I tried to clarify.

“No, [they’re] just gonna take me,” she quivered.

My gears started grinding as I saw this strange-yet-familiar look on her face.  Then it dawned on me.  She didn’t want to say goodbye, let alone do it in public.   I felt peace.

“It’s totally ok, honey.  I’ll just go back to my original plan of going to the airport with Lou and company,” I concluded.

Then I told her that we’d just have to say good-bye right then, because we couldn’t count on seeing each other in the chaos of the morning.  She nodded with tears streaming down her cheeks.  And there, in that moment, in the bathroom of her hotel room, we embraced  as she covered her face and sobbed.

“Do you know how much I love you,” she whispered in my ear.

“Do YOU know how much I love you,” I clearly said back.

<There was sobbing from both of us under the bad lighting of the Sheraton’s bathroom which just as well could have been a heavenly light by the exuberant feeling of love that we had created>

She buried her head in my shoulder; some of her hair got in my mouth.  I pulled her away, as I asked her to look at me, and said, “One time I said something to you.  A long time ago.  Do you remember? Do you?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

<Of course she remembered.>

“One time, a long time ago, I said to you that we are kindred spirits, right?”

“Uh huh,” she sniffled.

<There was even more sobbing from both of us as we hesitantly said our goodbyes knowing that we’d see each other soon and even if we didn’t it would be ok because we’re the kind of friends that don’t need to see each other daily or hear each other’s voices regularly.>

“We are.  Don’t ever forget it.” I reiterated.

<It was in that brief moment that I forced myself to leave the bathroom of her hotel room.>

No matter where my light shines, I know that Piper’s light is shining with me.
No matter how my light travels, I know that Piper’s light travels just as fast or slow.
No matter how bright or dim, I know that Piper’s light will supplement mine readily.
We are beams of lights, intersected.

Piper and I, we’re of love, and we’re definitely kindred spirits.

Meet Lotus

Lotus is a Flower

This is Lotus.  Sometimes I call her Loter.  Sometimes I call her Beesh.  But mostly I call her my Friend.

Lotus believed with every ounce of her being that I was going to go to BlogHer.  At one point I called and told her that it wasn’t happening.  Michael lost his job; there just wasn’t any sense in even thinking about going.   What did Lotus do?  Did she fill my spot in the room that we were going to share?   Did she accept my answer as final?   Did she count me out as I had already counted myself?   No-freaking-way!  She knew I would go.  She knew things would work out.  She believed.

We’ve been blogging together for quite a while now.  Our boys are almost the same age and we just get each other.  I’m pretty sure that we’ll be friends for a long time.   Honestly, I don’t think I see myself without such a friend whose name clearly describes her.

Lotus is a flower.
Her smile is true.
Her eyes are deep.
Her heart is kind.
Her love is fragrant.

I hope she always saves that spot in the room for me.

Rollin’ with the Bitches

Welcome BLOG HOPPERS!! It’s nice to have you hopping again. This video is a perfect representation of the one and only Agent Provocateur. Random is the Agent’s middle name. CHEERS, yo!

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Last night I went over to my friend Shelly’s house  to watch the two hour season finale of Grey’s Anatomy.   I usually watch the show on my laptop, after it’s air date, because we don’t have TV.   So,  it was really fun to do this.  Maybe the wine had something to do with it?

Maggie and Shelly

5/14: Empty Glass

Eat More Chili

3 Stars

I met my friend Shelly for dinner on Wednesday night.  She’s one of the seventeen Michelle-derivative named friends that I have.  She’s also the first person that I met and befriended when we moved to GA (Part I) in 2004.  We’ve been good friends even though I’m slack and don’t get together enough with her.  Oh and she’s probably going to be my in-law someday.  At least I’ll be able to go to my in-laws house and get drunk and laugh.  Especially at our old husbands!

Start It Off Right, Rita

The thing about moms is sometimes we don’t eat all day long.  It’s not that we are neglecting ourselves, it’s just that we forget.  Ok, ok, we are neglecting ourselves.  Then we arrange to meet another mom friend for dinner.  We get some margarita in us and BAM we’re liquored up.   We’re loud (well, actually, I’m loud.) Then we find that we’re talking about stuff we should really be talking about in the privacy of one of our homes, perhaps over some Trader Joe’s wine and fondue?

Eat More Chili

It’s apparent to me that Shelly and I need to get out for these friend dates more often.  My face hurt from laughing.  Here’s the thing, though:  The best part of it all is knowing someone accepts you in all your inappropriate glory.   Knowing that you almost walked out of the bathroom with TP stuck to your shoe, telling your pal, only to hear her laugh and tell you a story that tops it.  Knowing that you can tell her that a Facebook quiz deemed you a sexual deviant and her reply is that she already knew it.  Knowing that you can laugh, cry, stomp, spit, and simply drone on about mindless crap…that’s friendship.

Viva la friendship, yo!

To Have a Friend, Be a Friend

Today was Orthodox Christmas and we got together for a nice lunch with friends that we have not seen in a while.  It was so good to be able to see my friend and her children, and I really hope that we can get in sync with get-togethers.  Our kids are relatively close-in-age and hers are home schooled, as well.   We fit together nicely;  our kids listen to The Charlie Daniels Band and Guns and Roses and she lets her girls wear make-up.   It’s perfect, really!    What’s even better is that in 2004, when we first moved to GA, she was the first person I had met.  She led a mom’s group and I’ll never forget the first time we met at the park.  It makes me happy that we’ve been able to continue a friendship despite not seeing each other all that much.


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Early this evening the kids and I went to the grocery store to get some milk, eggs, and cereal.  As I turned out of the neighborhood I thought to myself how I really have held myself back from making friends in this town.  I had mentioned it, at lunch, and it really started to nag on me.  What am I so afraid of?  Why am I not taking the initiatives that I know I should and CAN take?  What’s the deal, yo?

With one left turn it dawned on me.  I am afraid of something.  I am protecting myself from losing.   I am afraid of loving and losing.  We’ve moved, friends have moved and I’ve ultimately lost friends.  That’s what’s keeping me sedated.   I’m just not allowing myself to make friends for this fear of making them and then losing them.  It’s easier to be friends with Shannon in Vancouver or Lotus in Tennessee or Angie in Florida or Holly in Texas or Victoria in California or Jeanette in South Africa or you, or her, or him, or them.    I know that I won’t ever miss them as I “see” them daily.     I am safe and I won’t lose them.  We all drink coffee, cry over spilled milk, dream dreams about dreams, eat lunch, commiserate, and so much more at their blog homes or places like Twitter and Facebook.

So– in honor of getting out with my friend Shelly today I am going to try a lot harder to meet new people as well as cultivate the friendships I already have here.  I’m going to make the call for a play-date with a buddy of Mikey’s (whose mom I saw at the Post Office before Christmas and told I would be in touch anyway.)  I’m going to ask my other friend and her five adorable girls to come over for lunch.  I’m going to go out on a limb, even if it means I might get hurt.    Because chances are that I will fall, but I’ll also have some people that I trust who will catch me.


Day 7:

Friends at Lunch (Strangers)

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
—Anais Nin

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