Sunday, March 29, 2009

Lib-erated

An island of sanity in my sea of change, my dear friend Libby abandoned me for greener, or rather, warmer pastures a couple of years ago to start a new life in San Antonio. She and I have known each other since college (don't jump in and do the math, thank you) and though my seven years in Los Angeles were nearly communication-free, we picked up right where we left off when I arrived in KC. Playdates to wine drinking, cat sitting and wallpapering, we did it all. And even though I was certain I couldn't go on without her nearby, I helped pack her possessions and let her drive away two summers ago.

Luckily, she is forever tied to Kansas City by a slew of relatives (her parents both came from good, ambitiously reproductive Irish-Catholic families) and her ex (who Martin and I introduced her to) lives here as well. I was glad to hear she would be visiting during her spring break and giddy to be the one to host her. Again, we picked up as if it had only been a week since we'd hung out. During the days, I was working and she was buzzing about visiting aunties and cousins but when the sun set and we were child-free, we found ourselves back in our college ways, using our feminine wit and wiles to charm an entourage of men from bar to bar. They were married and we weren't interested in anything but captivating conversation -- and maybe polishing our flirting skills -- and we had a phenomenal time.

We also shared an unusual afternoon here at Casa Del Mar. We spent the day with her ex, my ex and all the kids. We'd all been friends some 15 years ago and though we've grown apart and invented lives of our own, we enjoyed hours of comfortable conversation, ranging from jobs and personal goals to each of our current dating situations. It's nice to think that despite the bruises that come with their parents' divorcing, our kids might come away seeing that despite what used to be earth-shaking differences, getting along is a reasonable and attainable goal.

But as most good things must end eventually, Dear Libby returned to her fabulous life in Texas and I continued mine here in Kansas. I miss her once again, but am all the richer for the recharge to our friendship. And if I'm lucky, she'll continue to weigh in here on my Mountain now and then.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Who knew a Monday night could be so interesting...I certainly hope Waddell and Reed feels the same!

And really, you HAVE to come to Texas...I feel certain you, I and a few of my neighbors could create similar havoc with some other corporation!

too fun!