This evening I spent an hour waiting to meet a friend at a neighborhood bar. She in the meantime, waited at another neighborhood bar. Exhausting the blank pages of my journal and before I finished my pint of cider I walked back home. My husband was just pulling up into the drive way. My friend came running down our stairs, she thought I was dead in an alley and sent my husband to look for me.
I thought she just fell asleep putting kids to bed and will not let me forget that she spent an hour thinking I was dead.
To make up for lost time we visited a third establishment and swapped stories. The live music sucked. Didn’t know it was possible to mess up the 80’s, such a great decade of music. At least in my memory. The cider was warm and not as good as the one I drank alone earlier. But the conversation was far better than any beverage.
How great to have friends you can stay up late with on a school night and how really great to have friends, at least I know of one, who will spend an hour imagining your death and funeral and feel really crappy about it.
by J.G. McGlothern