One of the joys of this three year experiment is that I've made some absolutely amazing girlfriends. Ones I know that I'll keep in contact with. I arrived here so lonely and so lost, but before too long, I had my own entourage. To wit:
By a random twist of fate, I met Monique. I knew within minutes of our introduction that I liked her. How can you not? So genuine, so sweet, and (my favorite thing about her) so innocent that she always prefaces a cuss word with "Now, I don't swear, but..." She and Murray were our gig buddies. We always knew that if a concert rolled around that we wanted to see, we should just go ahead and buy four tickets because they were always up for it.
Then came Andrea. We met for lunch and bonded over our love for the Southern institution of Chick-Fil-A. Then I invited her to Ascot and got blind drunk but she still liked me anyway. So I knew she was a keeper. When you've seen me like that and decide you still want to hang out with me, that's something special. Plus, it's nice to finally have a friend who is clumsier than me.
Then there was Geo. Geo who treated me like a minor celebrity the first time we met. Geo who can always see the good in anyone or anything. Geo who keeps me in stitches with the stories of her misuse of American slang. (My favorite being how some headache medicine "knocked her up" instead of "knocked her out".)
Then there was Beth. My shopping buddy. My museum buddy. My theatre buddy. My tea time buddy. My "Bring it On" buddy. My drinking buddy. My buddy, period. I miss her desperately now that she's back in the States. My only regret about our friendship is that we didn't find each other sooner. We literally lived minutes away from each other for the longest time...
Finally, there was Suze. Our story is a simple one. We met at a sex toy party at Monique's flat. (Maybe not so innocent after all, now that I think about it, hmmmm Mo?) Time passed. We started commenting on each other's blogs and emailing and then we realized we had met before. At the sex toy party. And how can you not love that? So now we drink together. It's a healthy relationship.
On the flip side, there's also the friends I left back in North Carolina.
Catherine, with whom I can sit and do Saturday Night Live impressions until we're laughing so hard we can't breathe. (Ahm Nahncay Graaaaahce. Congrahdyoolaations. You're on telahvishuuuun.) She thinks I'm way funnier than I actually am. (Now a general prerequisite for future friendships because I thrive on the self-esteem boost.) She protected me at my bachelorette party. (From stupid girl drama, but not from the redbull and vodkas.) She consoled me when I got my first negative pregnancy test. (Because she knew...oh, how she knew.) She gives the best gifts and I both love her and hate her for it. (Jewelry, Sephora gift cards and spa trips, oh my!)
Melanie, who can drink me under the table. My favorite thing about Melanie is that she names all her possessions....Pearl, her Acura SUV; Keesha, her iPod; Lucinda, her rat tail hair extension... When I met Melanie on my first day of work at the last job I had in Raleigh, I went home and told Jason "You will seriously not believe the people who are in my training. This one girl is so loud and she's already giving out weird nicknames to people she just met. But I think I like her." My least favorite thing about Melanie is that I just found out that she's moving to Denver, although not unexpectedly, a lot sooner than we originally thought. And while I understand why she has to go, I'm beyond sad that we're going to miss seeing each other in NC by three days. Great. Now I'm crying again.
What all this boils down to is that I love girls. I need them in my life. I've gone through a lot of chick drama to get to this point where I have such an amazing network of friends. I love each of them to bits and I know that no matter how many miles separate us, I'll still count them among my favorite people in the world.