Friday, June 24, 2011

Circle of Friends

Lucy and I are having dinner at a fun Mediterranean restaurant in the funky city where I used to live and I am just so excited about it that I could just burst. Yes, it is only dinner and, no, it unfortunately won’t involve a trip to our favorite dive bar (for two reasons: one being that Luce isn’t drinking, the other being that the dive bar upgraded to a not-dive location and is no longer the dive bar we once loved with all our drunken hearts) but I’m hoping for a good post-dinner walk in mild weather and perhaps a trip for a little bit of ice cream and some good, quality time with my best friend.

When I think about how soon these simple Friday nights out won’t be so simple, it makes me a little bit sad and insanely excited for what is to come.
Weather permitting, we’re going to take our gaggle of puppies to the dog park tomorrow, too. Maybe that’s why I’m not freaking out about Lucy’s forthcoming offspring: it’s not like we were ever all that wild and crazy to begin with. We like going to the dog park, for heaven’s sake.

Having such a close friendship with Lucy has really allowed me to keep my group of close friends very, very small. And when Ashley moved to North Carolina and Colleen fell off the face of the earth, my circle of friends shrunk even smaller and now that Lucy is knocked up, I’ve become more aware of how few close friends I have.
It is not that I value quantity over quality, but there is something to be said for have a group of girlfriends who are your age or are at the same place in their lives. And I totally don’t have that. I have coupled friends who are settled down and happy.

That’s just not my life. That isn’t where I am.

Now that I no longer work 60 hours a week, I have time to be social and it is probably time that I put myself out there and do it. Make some new friends. Meet some new people. Expand my world a bit beyond my comfortable existence as the single girl amidst the married couples.

Or I could just stop brushing my hair, draw my shades and become a hermit. That shit would be so much easier. And bright sunlight hurts my eyes, anyway.


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