Whimsy

How funny that on the day I tell you I'm taking a mini blogging break that I feel the need to write not one but TWO posts. That's the way the cookie crumbles I suppose. I chatted with my dear old friend Kate today about selling my house. She's a real estate agent and offered some wonderful advice. I haven't talked to her much since my wedding and today I started thinking back to when we were roomies 6 or 7 years ago.

When I lived with Kate we shared a merry old life. We both had jobs we cared little for but that paid that bills. Kate worked a few nights in the corner bar where we met and every Wednesday could be counted on for cheap beer and pool among friends.

We dubbed our apartment Disgraceland and had an annual Christmas Party that was legendary and Kate still carries on today. We had a rooftop deck and central air. Pure bliss in the hot Baltimore summers. We bought a used Super Nintendo off of EBay and soon established "Sunday Con Queso" which consisted of pizza, gin and tonics and hours of Donkey Kong and Mario Brothers. We lived it up like 12 year old boys.

We had loads of boyfriends and fell in and out of love on a daily basis. We soothed each others broken hearts with dancing and wailing love songs at the top of our lungs. We made dinner together and hung out in each others rooms "just because." We had inside jokes that no one ever got and probably still doesn't to this day. We danced around the kitchen wearing pot lids as hats. I can't say enough about all the fun that was had there.

I moved into my own apartment after two years when my Dad offered me a deal I couldn't turn down on a place of my own. It was odd, at first, living alone when I never had before in my life. Kate was a frequent visitor and I still remember the first night I was moved in, she came over and we made lasagna roll ups, drank beer out of a can and called the radio station to request our favorite songs. She even gave me her old couches. After a year I dropped a bomb and moved to New York City. I've been homesick ever since but my life is good here. I got a job right away working for the company I still work for today and was lucky enough to be seated across from Luis, the man who became my husband.

But I still miss home, and Kate. Last night Luis came him with the new Nintendo Wii. He brought me a Mario Brothers game and when the music came on I thought of Kate and our quaint two bedroom apartment on Lombard Street with the cracked walls and the noisy downstairs neighbors and got weepy. I also had the strangest craving for a gin and tonic. :)



Miss you buddy!

I won't be posting again until Monday so have a wonderful weekend and dream fondly of friends and home.

Rebecca