also see Friends
If after a busy and stressed day I go and visit my friends who take all the stress away.
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I added 4 tablespoons of salted butter to the zest and juice of one medium lemon for the lemon butter which I’d add to the grilled asparagus-
Tossed the asparagus in canola oil some Atlantic Saltworks salt and crushed black pepper before grilling
Prepped The Atomic Buffalo Turds As Usual- Slice jalepenos in half scoop out the seeds fill with cream cheese and wrap with bacon. Finish with a liberal sprinkling of cayenne pepper.
Craig outdid himself with these gorgeous grilled Italian sausages with the peppers and onions. He kept adding beer to the cast iron pan to achieve the perfect coloring.
Although we had access to the Huge Smokin’ Jim’s Smoker, we opted for Eric’s 20 year old Weber with melted off handles. Used Royal Oak Lump Charcoal. (I didn’t hear anyone complaining)
Couple of Ribeyes and corn in the husks
We also had (not pictured) Tobey’s pork cutlets and Eric’s Guacamole.
Well, with a friend like this….
I had a really good friend once…actually not very long ago at all…but then, one freezing cold, grey winter day (yesterday), he decided it would be fun to start sending texts…all day long…from beachfront establishments in Key West, Florida.
So, obviously, we are friends no more.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for posting vacation photos on your Facebook page or Instagram or whatnot…where people have the choice to look long and hard..or ignore all together…but TEXTS…come on, seriously.
Why you got to be so cruel?
What makes it worse…if possible…is that this friend has a somewhat unlimited supply of something that I covet a great deal…TIME.
Don’t get me wrong, when he works, he works really hard….but, when he’s off…his days stretch out before him like a long story waiting to be written. Actually, if I’m being honest, maybe more like a movie (If you’re thinking The Hangover, you’re probably on the mark).
The photos alone were malicious enough, but the comments that accompanied them were plain old spiteful.
“I was going to come home tomorrow, but I don’t think so”
“Tough day…can’t you see my drink is empty”
“Morning Coffee. On the beach.”
“Made a move, my new view”
“Holding down the fort.”
“Taking one for the team.”
“4 pounds of stone crab claws…sorry I forgot to send a pic”
“Text later. Going for a swim.”
“Think I’m going to hang in for another week or so. I’m up for the challenge.”
Did I mention that Key West, Florida is one of my all-time favorite places?
I’m going to miss my friend. But not his texts. 😉
Be well. Or, as he would say, “See you out there. Good game.”
Do you know what’s awesome? Going out in this great little community to celebrate the happiness of two friends and, in doing so, spending a fantastic night out with such a wide variety of acquaintances…that your head kind of spins with giddiness.
I taught a 9-hour class to my grown-up students yesterday, went home to have a quick dinner with my husband and boys, and then went back out to celebrate a great rite of passage with some friends.
While incredibly happy for them…by the end of the evening I also felt quite happy for me. In that little establishment…within a few hours time…I was lucky enough to have laughs (and some tears…because sometimes that happens) with some old friends, new friends, blog friends, hockey friends, bar friends, father’s friends, husband’s friends…and even several members of my husband’s family. Worlds collide…and I’m a lucky girl to have so many people whom I consider wonderful and special…and randomly happened to see in one evening. Ok…enough sappy.
But…in all seriousness…. Do you know what else is awesome?
People who don’t want to exclusively talk about themselves, but are eagerly and honestly looking to learn and engage to find out more about others. Random, I realize. However, true. While I love to talk and solidly lie on the extrovert side of the ball field, I am also passionate about meeting people and learning about what makes them different from everyone else…what they love….what they hope to do…and what they consider special. So…refreshing (and kind of endearing) to spend some time last night listening to someone who likes to do the same. I got such a kick out of a newish friend by listening to him chat up people (including myself) to learn more about them. Maybe I’m off the mark….maybe he’s writing a book. But I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and think…kudos for being a good guy who might agree that your life grows more wonderful by meeting and knowing as many diverse and interesting people as possible.
I was asked a few times last night, “So what do you write about on the blog?” and….while I’m not always sure how to answer that….today I’ll say, “I write about things that make me think or make me smile.” I did a lot of both last night.
Happy Sunday, friends.
What do so many of us have in common? Surely not all of us….but, many of us?
I’m guessing that, like me, many of you spent 30 minutes each week for 10 solid years hanging out with friends. And, by “friends”, I really mean FRIENDS….as in the television show.
From September 22, 1994 to May 6, 2004 I tuned in for 30 minutes of serious bonding with Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, and Joey. Good times.
Say what you will, but I’m not going to lie, I think we should all consider ourselves lucky if we are able to say that we have friendships in our lives as strong as theirs. And, yes, I do realize that they were merely television actors…
But, fresh out of college when we first “met” I loved getting to know them. I loved watching their ups and downs…while laughing, crying, wishing, hoping, wanting, wondering…you name it. We should all have a “Chandler” or a “Rachel” or a “Ross” or a “Phoebe” that we treasure in our lives.
So, if…like me…you were tuning in during that decade, you may remember when Ross and Rachel had a baby. An adorable little baby girl named Emma. But…did you know that Emma was played by not one but two adorable little girls named Cali and Noelle. AND….that Callie and Noelle have all sorts of Cape Ann roots.
They are the stunning, funny, generous, smart, talented, kind, and polite 13 year old daughters of Geoff Sheldon and Gretchen Carpenter. While they now live out in California, Geoff hails from Rockport. And nothing beats 4th of July week when they all usually make their pilgrimage home!
My own warm fuzzies about Geoff began the night I was introduced to him and my future husband on Christmas Eve back in 1998. Ironically, smack in the middle of the FRIENDS years. Little did I know when I met Geoff that night that I’d marry the guy he was out celebrating Christmas with….and that he and his beautiful wife would later boast to sharing custody of their daughters with Jennifer Aniston and David Schwimmer. Well, you know, kind of. And then there’s “Aunt Heather”. When Heather isn’t out being amazing on horseback….she can be found in all of her gorgeous glory making Halibut Point Restaurant and even better place to be!
So, how fun to read this article yesterday!
Also pretty cool is…
I attended my 25th High School Reunion on Saturday night.
I graduated from Hamilton-Wenham back in 1989, and while I attended college in Virginia and have been fortunate enough to travel a good bit, I haven’t roamed far in regards to my permanent address. From Hamilton, to Gloucester, to Rockport. And, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, I get together with High School friends periodically and bump into plenty while out and about, but I haven’t had a good, long night of skipping down Memory Lane and laughing (and laughing and laughing) in far too long.
It’s funny how you don’t realize how much you miss a time in your life and the people you shared it with until you have the opportunity to be in their light again. I had such an amazing time on Saturday and left with such warm fuzzies for how lucky we all were to be such a force in each other’s lives for a number of years. It was so perfect to pick up conversations right where they left off 10, or 15, or 20…or even 25 years ago.
Lots of what we did was giggle, and blush, and piece together fragmented memories of stories that took several of us to unravel. Who did what? Where? No! Oh, that’s right! Was I there? Were you there? And so on. But then, another thing we did, was share our grown-up selves with each other. We swapped parenting stories. Talked about education. We offered advice. We shared our losses….our illnesses. Our highs and lows. I laughed with old friends….while reveling in my admiration for the grown ups they’ve become.
I get corny that way, for sure.
And tonight I’m finding myself missing them the same way I did that September morning back in 1989 as I left Hamilton to head off and away to college.
With the maiden name of Wadsworth, I’m a bit biased to the poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, but I thought of this poem when I woke up this morning.
The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Crosby, Stills, and Nash concerts at Great Woods will always be some of my favorite high school memories….this song always takes me right back to a really phenomenal group of friends.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
One of my best friends in the entire world has a penis.
I could stop this post there and assume you know what I’m getting at…but, for fear you’ll misinterpret my meaning, I’ll go on.
One of my very best friends is a boy.
That may not seem blog worthy to you, but as of late I’ve been wondering how many others out there have a best friend of the opposite sex.
This friend and I have been close for almost 20 years and he means the world to me. I’m not going to lie, in the very beginning we toyed with the idea of being more than friends, but never much did.
One night, a few years into our friendship, we were out together on Christmas Eve and he introduced me to the man who is now my husband of 13 years and the father to our two sons.
My friend is still an amazing friend and I treasure his presence in my life in ways that are kind of hard to explain. I know he’d do anything for me and he’s brutally honest in ways that are totally refreshing. He’s one of the most generous people people I’ve ever met…and the laughing that comes when we’re together is priceless to me. Really, truly, priceless.
He goes away for long periods of time for work and we go months (or even longer) without seeing each other, but when he comes home I’m beyond thrilled to see him. Through the years he’s had a fair share of long term relationships….and I’ve met them all. Some embraced me as his good friend, sometimes realizing that befriending me was as a hall pass of sorts….some didn’t quite understand and never much liked me. Bygones.
My husband is supportive (well, maybe tolerant is a better adjective) because I think he really understands that this friendship is something that I need and cherish…even if I can’t so eloquently explain why. But, I am well aware, it is a luxury that he is tolerant as most others raise an eyebrow and find it more than a bit strange.
Sometimes I understand why others find it strange….sometimes I don’t. To be blunt, the fact that he has a penis doesn’t mean I’m going to see it any more than the fact that my girlfriends having boobies and a vagina means that I’m going to be seeing those. I have plenty of girlfriends whose private parts I’ve certainly never seen. Right?
So, I ask you, can men and women just be friends? When Harry Met Sally tells us “no”, but I think “yes”.
Comment please if you do indeed (or ever have had) a good friend of the opposite sex and take the poll to add your opinion.