Sarah and Henry greeting each other after a L O N G 2 hours apart.
On Friday, I got the call from my friend Sarah to go to an opening at the Gallery she runs. Warm bodies needed. I think with the weather , and bike week, they anticipated a slim turnout.So I went.
The art was fun, the artist was lovely. The turn out was, unfortunately, slim. But every person who showed up was personable, fun and interesting.
Ok, my job as friend over, lets hit the local Mexican restaurant for some wine (and garlic chicken nachos!!!)
But first of all I have to let you in on a little secret about my friend Sarah. She doesn't like change. Uh-uh, not at all. I lOVE change. I would move every two years if I could. When I walked in to the gallery she gave me first a startled, then a dirty look. You see I changed my hair and didn't tell her or warn her. Surprisingly, she had a bit of a tough time with it. I might even add that she went over to the not so lovely Sarah mode and said "So is this your trolling look?"
Now to be fair, Sarah is one of the few friends I count on to keep me real. Many of my other very lovely friends I count on to keep me happy
Not Sarah.
But still I think her reaction was a little over the top.
Lovely Art, lovely wine, excellent Garlic Chicken nachos, lots and lots of laughing, and great conversation (code for gossip) and friends who keep it real. What more could I want for a Friday night?


2 comments:
I am sorry to have hurt. Perhaps I should have been broader with the irony of pursuit at our age.
Oh No, you didn't hurt. Just kept me down to earth, and reminded me how little you like change!
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