Tag Archives: Friends

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25 May

This week is a good week.  Why, you may ask.  Well, here is a numbered list that will hopefully answer that question.

  1. New things!  Last Tuesday night, mom and I made the exciting journey down to Virginia Highlands to pick up a coffee table I’d found on CraigsList.  It’s beautiful.  Simply wonderful.  And perfect for our space.  Instead of the dark, modern, rather boring and cheap Ikea coffee table we’d had for a while, this one (from Pottery Barn!) magically, and completely accidentally, matches the couch.  The base is wrought iron, with a nice shelf; the top is a dark wood, distressed by both the factory and by the people’s kids.  If I had a picture, I would include it – until then, you’ll just have to use your imagination.  Deal?  In addition to an awesome new table (that makes me feel like a grown-up), Ry became the proud new owner of a plant yesterday.  The mall was restocking its foliage, and had no use for this poor green fellow.  He is living on our porch until we can figure out if it’s poisonous to doggies and kitties, but I think I should name him.  He’s very tall and green, and leafy.  Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
  2. Friends!  Last night, dear Kristy and I went to Cafe Intermezzo, our restaurant of choice.  This is where we spend our days, catching up over dessert and a mixture of coffee, tea, and as of last night, dirty martini’s.  Time spent with her is always excellent, as good conversation is always the rule and never the exception.  I always come away with good laughs and a list of books to read. Friday night brings another journey, this time to Loganville where another old friend lives, and where we will play guitar, perhaps outside with a bonfire.  Saturday is the weekend, and a weekend date with my old friend Kristen.  Her husband is out of town, so we’re going to visit the pool (!!) while Ry is at work, then go out for some drinks and dinner after he gets home.  These weeks are rich with excitement and fun – maybe that’s what summer is all about.
  3. Exercise!  As I write this, I am racing against the clock, as it’s time for me to head to the gym for my 20 minutes of jogging.  Bother.  I started on Monday, and since then my calves, thighs, and hips have been yelling at me every time I get up and try to walk around.  BUT, I am very excited to see where this leads.  I want to run the Peachtree, preferably next year, so there is no better time to start than the present.  In all honesty, though, it’s time to be healthy.  I’m going to be 25 in one week, and since my last birthday my migraines have returned with a vengeance.  It’s time to kick them in the butt, rather than the other way around.

Alas, dear readers, the time has come for me to sign off.  I appreciate your comments, however, and urge you to leave as many as you want.  Really.  😉

Until next week.

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8 Oct

My dear friend Amanda and I went to see the band Guster about two weeks ago. A former fellow Ogle, she now goes to Emory and it was their Homecoming weekend. Apparently, they have a rocking entertainment board, as there was a very professional looking stage, a very professional sounding band, and free pizza and beer, not to mention the Indigo Girls the next night.

Again, I wish I’d gone to Emory. But we digress.

We met at this kick-ass Starbucks on campus about an hour before show time, to chat and catch up and be general nerdy kids and talk about books, opinions, and current events. There’s no one quite like Amanda; with whom else could I talk about Sex and the City in one breath and Obama in the next, all with a healthy dose of Ogle-gossip?

We made our way across campus, almost getting lost since neither of us have ever had any reason to go near the sports center (where Guster decided they wanted to perform); upon making our entrance, THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. Literally, maybe 20 people had shown up to see this awesome band. Naturally, we then smartly made our way to the front of the stage. Now, I’ve never been on the front row for anything, ever. I was suddenly very glad that I had brought my Nikon, even though it was super heavy and made the strap of my purse cut into my shoulder.

The crowd arrived around the same time the band did. People pressed in from all sides, jumping up and down and singing along and dancing. I was so close I could hear them talking between songs; I could hear their guitar picks hit the strings; I could see their expressions and their eyes.

And it made me think.

I know what it’s like up there. I don’t think many people in that audience could say that. Most people only know what it’s like to stand in the crowd and look up…only a few of us can say that we’ve been on the stage looking out. I know what it’s like to stand behind the microphone and pour your heart into it. I know what it’s like in front of those stage lights, all bright and hot; you can only see the first few rows of people. After that, they’re all a blur. When you’re on, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

Tonight, Ryan and I went to his bandmate Drej’s house, where we proceeded to spend two hours in the music room, jamming. I got behind the drums for the first time ever; I was scared at first, and a little intimidated. But by the time we were through, I was feeling good. I love being a musician, I love being able to go into a room and play any of the instruments. I love learning new things. I love being around people who love the same things I do.

It’s John Lennon’s birthday today, folks. Remember, “life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” It’s the best thing I can tell anyone. Don’t waste your life. Appreciate your friends. Do something new. Play some music. Sing some songs.

That’s all for this week.

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5 Sep

There is nothing like a road trip with friends.

That said, I took a road trip this past weekend with my three best friends. We’ve been friends since kindergarten, and it had been a good year and a half since we’d all been together, without boyfriends or husbands. There were 19 years of memories and jokes and general craziness on the agenda, and the weekend didn’t disappoint.

We got stuck halfway to South Carolina because of a horrible thunderstorm and stomach problems, so our trip started out at a Racetrack gas station at 9:00pm on Friday. I’m not sure if that set the tone for the weekend, but it was certainly very us.

We have this talent of all talking at once, about different things, but still holding a decent conversation. I’d forgotten this, until we were sitting in a circle at a Greenville coffeehouse, and I look around and realize that we’re all talking over each other, but I’m following the conversation perfectly. Again, very us.

By the time we graduated from high school, we’d all read the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and claimed this story as our own. Kelley bought us all tiny sterling silver pants, little charms, for graduation, a symbol that we might travel our separate ways, but would always be connected. It was true.

We looked like tourists; we all had our cameras, and took pictures every time we sat down, or were still, and sometimes when we weren’t. Picture frames at home were empty, waiting for this weekend.

We talked about first love, first kisses, and marriage at our big dinner Saturday night. And I remember all the sleepovers we used to have, in elementary and junior high, staying up late discussing and imagining what love would be like. And now, one of us is married, we’ve all been in love (and subsequently been kissed) and talk has turned, seemingly overnight, to more serious topics, like making a marriage work, making babies, making a career, making a life.

Alison and Kristen fell asleep on the way home Sunday afternoon, and I was left with my thoughts and the music. Friends are invaluable. These three girls know me better than anyone, and they are the only ones to whom I can say just one word and they know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling, and can almost finish my thought themselves. I don’t laugh with anyone the way I laugh with them. And sure, we don’t see eye to eye on everything. That’s life. And that’s also necesary. Keeps us on our toes. They’re a different breed of friend, and my life wouldn’t be the same without them.



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7 Aug

We got lost last night. Horribly, miserably lost.

The thing is, we were supposed to take the road left when it forked. We forgot about that, because really, the fork wasn’t all that clear. And we didn’t realize how off-course we were until the concrete under our wheels turned to brick and the road name turned to something we’d never seen before.

I sat there in the passenger seat, trying to be helpful but almost too tired to think. But wasn’t that what had gotten us into this in the first place? Driving through on autopilot? Sometimes, it’s good to trust your wheels to take you where you need to go. Sometimes they know better than you do.

But not this time. This time we made three more wrong turns and finally got so confused that we had to find an interstate to clear our heads and orientate us. 45 minutes later, we were back where we should have been, grumpy, tired, and cold.

It made me wonder how many other times I’d missed the fork in the road and gone somewhere completely different, because I wasn’t paying attention. Sometimes it’s good…sometimes, not so much. It’s hard work to stay on track, especially when all you have for landmarks are mistakes behind you and learned lessons in the passenger seat. That’s life, though. Make a wrong turn, get lost, find your way back, and do it again. But I’ll learn. Getting lost is what makes you learn. I’ll learn to keep better watch on the signs, to keep distractions at bay, and to always have a few select landmarks and a few select friends to keep me straight. As long as you have that, you can never truly lose your way.

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23 Jul

It’s been rough this week…had my first urinary tract infection, which made life joyous, and then the meds I’m on for it made life even more joyous. I lost at the Mainstage Contest last night, lost a chance to play in front of a couple thousand people at the Taste of Chamblee. In all, it’s been a damn fun week. However, friends make it a little easier. All the friends who showed up last night and cheered me on and made it fun, thank you. I love you for always standing behind me and pushing me on. Short post this week, maybe a second longer one later…happy Friday.