I’ve always been pretty lucky when it comes to best friends.
(Well, except for that time in 4th grade when Sarah Gonzalez* moved to town and turned all my friends against me and I was sort of a loser until I met Candace in 8th grade.)
(*not her real name)
When I first moved to Orange County five years ago, I only knew my roommates, Katie and David. And that was fine because we all got along well and I was dating this guy and things were going well and I thought I’d be moving again fairly soon, so I didn’t bother to make much of an effort at getting to know anyone.
But then everything changed and here I am, five years later, still in Orange County and with no intention of leaving anytime soon.
Of course, making the decision to stay meant needing to get out and meet some people. Which I did.
And while I am still super close with friends from Utah and other parts of California, my girls in Orange County have become such an important part of my life that I just can’t imagine not knowing them.
Because the Oscars are always right around my birthday, for the last couple of years I’ve planned my own birthday party for Oscar Sunday. But this year, Marly basically forbade me to do so. And then on Tuesday evening, she sent me a text message that just said they were coming by the next day (my birthday) around 4:30 to steal me and not to make any plans.
So I spent my birthday doing a bunch of stuff just for me. I had a therapy appointment first thing in the morning, and then met up with my friend Michele for breakfast. And then, following a tradition I started years ago, I went to the movies. Silver Linings Playbook. Again. Because I love it so, so much.
And then I went home and puttered around the house relaxing and reading and waiting anxiously patiently for the girls to come and kidnap me.
While Marly ran to pick up dinner, Rachel and Stacey and I went to one of our favorite places. Target: