Part of the reason for no post was tix to the Cubs game yesterday! We got great seats, and my boss being the excellent boss she is, sent her underlings to the game without her. Too cool.
However, my date cancelled on me and when we got there at 12:30 it was still pretty rainy and icky. I left about 1:30 and the day promptly turned beautiful about 1:35. Figures.
But still, there’s nothing like walking into that park, even if you don’t care (like I don’t) it still sends a thrill through a Chicagoan’s heart to walk into Wrigley Field.
After that, John and I met up with some old friends of mine from Jr. High. These are women that I have known since I was roughly 11 years old. And even though some of them I haven’t seen since college, (almost 15 years now?), we still know each other through and through. No lapse in conversation, no weird feelings, just an undeniable knowledge that these women still know me better than my friends I have today. We are who we are, even when we’re 11, and it felt safe and nice and sweet and wonderful to hang out with them again.
One thing I noticed most was the lack of one upsmanship. No one felt the need to brag about what they were doing or who they were with. No one talked more than anyone else, no one was mean to anyone, and these days it seems so much to me that everyone is so anxious to talk about themselves, to make sure they’re okay, to let everyone know how excellent they are.
But not with us last night. We just reminisced, we laughed, we told each other how beautiful we all are, cause I’m telling you, we all look great for 36. The biggest nerds at New Trier High School turned out to be the most beautiful women I know.
And isn’t that always the way?
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