Old friends are like coming home again

Aug 06, 2007 22:15

On Saturday, I drove to the Milwaukee County Zoo to spend the day with my friends that I called family while in Chicago. Some of them I hadn't seen since February. We realized the night before that we hadn't been apart that long in 5 years. Wow. It was a stunning revelation. These were all Smith friends, of course, they'd have to be for that  to be true.

It used to be, that I would see old friends and spend a while adjusting to being with them/feeling shy/acting weird. But, I just slipped back in. It was like I was home. The 4th spoke in the wheel.  I might feel more comfortable because I've matured and moved beyond SOME of my shyness. But, I actually think that credit should be given to my job.  Being forced to speak to/make conversation with whoever buys coffee from the 'bux makes me more open/comfortable with the social deal.  Of course, there's also the fact that I'm socially starved and desperately miss having my friends around instead of just on the phone/emails. Just ask
kissmeimjewish.  I miss those intellectual/nerdy folks, and am starved for that level of conversation. (she just asks the air  "am I related to her?" when I get too far into the clouds).

The zoo itself was great. I had visited as a child, but unlike most things I experienced, I had no memory (or it's changed so much that it was unrecognizable). There were some cool predator/prey exhibit designs that I enjoyed (the lion could watch the Impala, but there were 2 moats and a fence between them). The koala's were priceless, and I really liked, of course, the apes/primates. And the seals/sea lions. Oh, and the penguins :) And there were so many goats! The flowers were amazing. The zoo has a great gardening staff. One question though, what's with the magical amount of $2? Everything extra was 2 or 2.50.

We ended our day at a cute brick oven pizzeria in downtown Wauwatosa, which was fun. I drove home in a rainstorm, which kept my mind on the road.

summer2007

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