It’s been a while since I’ve been around these parts. I’ve been in the midst of a hurricane of school work, scrambling to graduate in December. I’ve also woken up covered in diarrhea, vomit, tears the past week. No, I have not clinked chardonnay glasses one too many times. Yes, both me and the Babe ended up with the stomach flu. It was the Babe that was taken down first. Right before I left for French class he wandered outside with the G-pa to take a swim, let out a pitiful cry, and then projectile vomited a days worth of half-chewed hot dogs and tea all over the pool deck. My poor sweetie, he’s never experienced the sensations associated with major stomach upset before and wasn’t sure what to do. He was scared. He wimpered, “Mommy”, and I cried along with him because all you can do in that situation is wait. He galloped between sessions of serious tummy troubles where he laid out on the floor and whimpered before I helped him hover over a big blue vomit bowl, and running around the room laughing in glee. Babies are the strangest creatures. His troubles lasted about 48 hours, and where his ended mine began. Needless to say, I wasn’t as exuberant as dear babe in the throes of my affliction. But, enough about vomit. Today is more special than stomach flu.
Today is devoted to one of the most important people in my life. Today is for my dear friend, J-to the essie. She turned the big 25 two days ago, when I had originally intended to write this blog, but got caught up in life. Her, the babe and I all went on a journey to the beach. We watched the waves while we sunk ourselves into the shoreline and the surfers on the horizon played God’s game with the sharks at their toes. We pondered the notion that the babe would one day be a surfer, and then rejected, remembering that most surfers are elitist assholes who think that the sea and the beach and the sky all belong to them. From the beach we went to hang out adult style and dance and forget who we are and where we came from and where we’re going. We evoked the name of Buddha and laughed about our existence and insisted that we did indeed exist.
It’s hard for me to describe what my J-to the-essie means to me. At times she has been a mystery that I’ve wanted to pry open and untangle and set straight. She’s tall and thin and fashionable. She’s all made up of art; an amazon with poetry lips. Most of the time I just want to sit with her and talk about all the things that most others wouldn’t understand. Or laugh about jokes that we came up with years and years ago. Mostly, I just love her. Because she’s special and a mix of artsy nerdy doesn’t fit in, and Latina goddess.
This one goes out to all best friends.
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