happy birthday to me us

15 October 1998

So I just got over having a birthday last week. (26, for those of you haven't been paying attention, or who don't know me, or are just nosy.) Today is 15 October, which means two of my best friends are also having a birthday. Rebecca and Nancy both turn 27 today. (Sorry, y'all... everyone knows you're older than me anyway. :) ) Yup, two of my best buds are the SAME AGE. Which is scary. I'm not sure which one of them is older -- probably 'Becca, having been born in the wee hours of the morning in that groovy year of '71. And what's even weirder is that ANOTHER of my best buds, Jen, is having a birthday next week, on the 21st. (What is it about us Libras hanging around each other?) She'll finally have caught up with me. When we turned 18, I lorded it over her for the whole twelve days I was legal and she wasn't. Young'uns.

So. Let's talk about Rebecca, which I'm sure she'll just LOVE if she ever finds this page. Rebecca is a modern George Bailey, a frustrated traveler with a big heart who really needs to just go to Europe and wander around for a few years. Despite having an MBA, 'Becca is pretty damned cool. We used to endure band practice together in junior high and high school, and we still think the Clinton band needs a decent web site. (I can't BELIEVE ATTACHE has a better web site than the BAND. AUGH.) 'Becca and I wrote the Unofficial Guide to Surviving High School Band when we were sophomores, which I promise I'll put up here one of these days. 'Becca is still my tie to Clinton and my source of gossip for all the people we went to high school with. Heh heh heh.

Having a friend you've known since junior high who STILL likes you is pretty nice, I must say. It certainly doesn't come along every day. Now if I can just convince 'Becca she needs to get work out here...

Nancy. Oh, dear. Nancy is an... interesting person. (Is that the safest way to put it, Nance? <g>) The first time I met Nancy in person, after several months of correspondence over e-mail and the Now Voyager mailing list, I felt like I'd known her forever. Nancy is, of course, a drooling Kate slut like me and Amy, which means we get on just fine. She's also the closest I've ever come to seeing myself in another person. This will either frighten or amaze you, if you know me in real life. I am not the easiest person to get to know, or to put up with after you do get to know me (ask my patient and long-suffering husband), but Nance manages to peg me every time. How she puts up with me, I'll never know, but since one of our favorite activities is to sit around and bitch about women, I have a feeling we'll be friends for the rest of our lives (well, we'll ALWAYS have something to talk about, ya see). Watch for us in about fifty years: we'll be the crotchety old ladies wearing big, floppy hats, sitting on the front porch of a typical Southern shotgun house and drinking bourbon out of teacups. Hell yeah.

Jen. Well, Jen will probably never see this, since she doesn't have time to sit around and web surf much, but what the hell. Jen divides her time these days between working and taking care of her kid (the most beautiful and intelligent boy ever to be born, of course). Friendship with Jen is kind of an all-or-nothing proposition: if she lets you inside her defenses, you sure as hell better take that seriously and give her your loyalty, because she doesn't do that for just anyone. It takes a lot to get Jen to give up on you once you've got her friendship. Which is a good thing, 'cause there have been a few times over the years that I gave up on myself, but Jennifer didn't give up on me. Her belief in me helped sustain me until I could get back on my feet. I adore Jen. I don't think I need to say much more about that. There's nothing I can say that's adequate.

It's good having real friends. Happy birthday, kids.