One of the many perks of being a grown up lady is being mature enough to take full advantage of male-female friendships. With all due respect to When Harry Met Sally-I am convinced that men and women not only CAN but SHOULD be friends. There is something a little bit sad to me about a world view where all relationships have to be sexualized.
Which is not to say that a friendship with a guy is exactly the same as my girlfriends-it's not. When some dude has broken my heart, it seems 100% more true when someone with a y chromosome says, "that guy missed out," than is does when my lady friends say the same thing. I really appreciate the perspective my male friends can bring to things and the way they force me to examine the way I think. Many moons ago I was whining about some relationship thing to my friend Jimmy, simple advice of, "don't be a girl Clifford, be patient and let him figure it out," turned out to be pure gold.
So I was delighted last week when my pal Damian, who I have known since the fifth grade, called to say he had come down with Jimmer fever and would be in Denver for the weekend. I drove up Friday night and we had a truly lovely evening of books and good food and life theory swapping. We played a game at the bookstore where instead of shopping for ourselves, we each bought each other a book. Well, two books. And then we each bought ourselves two books. Nerd alert! Then we went to dinner where Damian totally broke my heart by eating a quail. We discussed church and old friends and reasons we are still single and even spilled a few secret high school crushes-always a fascinating topic. After weeks and weeks of crazy travel (which was all fun!), it was nice to relax and catch up with one of the nicest, smartest, most interesting guys I know.
I think the majority of my readers probably see all my endless photos on Facebook but here are a few fun ones from the last two weeks.
Worth the 4:30 wake-up call
Music on the beach and a floppy hat? Am I in Heaven?
Dear everyone, we are sleeping in a car. Safely though.
The Dojo St Paddy's party. College flashbacks commence.
What is that hat??
Why yes, Irish KISS was at the party too.