My best friend arrives tomorrow.
Haven’t seen her in eight years. She flew here when my dad had his heart attack and helped us with the decision to let him go. She’s a nurse and just the whole world for me as best friends go. I met her when we worked in the same store in Key West. She was my boss. She was the first person I knew in her thirties who still seemed cool. (oh boy, i was young.) She still seems cool and its been twenty something years.
and she knows everything i’m about to type because i’ve already told her.
-i’m scared she’s going to not like me. (ten minutes after i set out for the airport, this will go away.)
-i’m scared I’ll forget to feed her again and she will think i mean something by it. (past event. i am soooo clueless sometimes. oh my god.) in truth, i don’t think that will ever happen again because it was so scarring.
-our plans include lots of tv, a beach, plenty of boxes or bags of candy, some alcohol, maybe a pack of cigarettes and i might make her visit a mansion in newport, and maybe have dinner out somewhere.
-and thats it, i mean, really, thats the whole and all of what i can think about right now. dither tither to and fro and all that mumble jumble.
-also, did i mention that the kids are away for the first four days of her visit?
heh heh heh. hopefully we will not end up on a police blotter.
OH MY GOD, I AM SO EXCITED.
kiss kiss, mwah.