I left the darlings with a sitter so we could go out. We are suddenly all single again, on account of being suckers. Suckas. We suck at love. We love and lose repeatedly. Maybe we are crazy. But we are a happy lot. I got out of the car to bring pullups in to the sitter before we left, and was gone about 30 seconds. When I got back into the car, the first thing I said was, “Ya’ll talked about me, huh? Ya’ll said I was crazy.” Of course they laughed and denied it. If I were crazy, these two would be the first to tell me. My top advisors. Upon arrival at the second bar, which was not a dancing place, I see one of them dancing. Only right away I know she is not ‘dancing’, she is being way overly dramatic, making drag queen faces and mocking one of us. This is how you dance, she cackles. The mocking is immediately returned, as we turn her own moves into soul train gone bad. We expertly made fun of one another, consoled one another, gave unsolicited advice, laughed way too loud and allowed a few tears to silently trickle all in a few hours time. I can’t believe we are this old. How did 20 years go by so quickly?
What has struck me most about this trip is that we think we have changed so much over the years, matured so much, been through so much…all true….but we are really the same. Not much has changed. People don’t really change. Their essence is essentially…their essence. Forever. It’s good to know I’ll always be a badass then. Funny, strong, resilient. Making my own rules. Knowing that exactly what is meant to be is what shall be. It's comforting to know I’ll be surrounded by those types of friends too.