Friday, April 30, 2010
I'm starting to feel the sad side of all this good news.
Yesterday I met three old work friends for a going away happy hour. There was a lot of laughter and a lot of fried food.
After I parted ways from those three wonderful women I walked over to G and L's house. That's them, above, at our wedding. (G is the teeny one in the middle, L is on the far right.) G lived two doors down from me our freshman year of college and we lived together for two years after that (including a semester where G and I shared an actual room and L lived in the same suite with us).
G is getting married in August and I went to her house last night to help her try on her wedding sari and figure out how to get it altered. Later we met L at a restaurant not far away for snacks and cheap wine (I swear, I do not have drinking problem). Among other things, we determined that all three of us should go to the alternation appointment: L is the seamstress and she will know if the woman is any good but she is too passive to say anything, as is G. I'm the bossy one so my job is to interpret their looks and make sure the woman listens to G.
That conversation, and the evening in general, made me realize how much I will miss these two women. Except for the time that I was in Senegal I have spent the last nine years living within walking distance of them, and I hadn't thought about what it will mean to lose that.
I don't really want to think about it now, either.