The beauty of Maturity
Tonight, I was supposed to come home, after an agitating day, strip off my clothes, step into the bath and make a sorry attempt to erase the day.
But instead, I went to Houlihan's while tim worked. I paid bills, looked at my finances, read the Times. I even talked with customers.
Tim had also had a strenuous day. So much so that he didn't have time to put assemble his bedding and he was not looking forward to a night on the couch. So I left a little before he did, snuck into his apartment and made his bed. He was, of course, thankful. It's cool...it's what I do.
And then our phones ring. Our friends want to go out. Going out to us used to mean all nighters at the club, throwing dollar bills at the drag queens and buying rounds of drinks. Now, that still happens on occasion, but not every night, like it used to. I've noticed an evolution in our friendship. A more mature bond.
Tonight, we met at English Ivy's, and over a late dinner and single glasses of G&T, we talked. Really talked. About our parents, significant others, jobs, concerns we have, current events. It was amazing. For the first time I stepped back and saw this group that was really in sync. It wasn't just for fun, but we were having fun. I have never felt more close to these people. Timmy talking about his parents and his desire to share Steve with them, Travis' concern for his sister Lanie, Amy telling me the ins and outs of being a bridesmaid. We've really been through alot, together and personally, and we share the burden and joy. These are not just bar buddies, these people are my family. They are apart of my soul.
I came back home feeling better than any bath and compilation CD could have made me. I feel whole.
"Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall/All you've got to do is call/and I'll be there, yes I will/You've got a friend." -Carole King
But instead, I went to Houlihan's while tim worked. I paid bills, looked at my finances, read the Times. I even talked with customers.
Tim had also had a strenuous day. So much so that he didn't have time to put assemble his bedding and he was not looking forward to a night on the couch. So I left a little before he did, snuck into his apartment and made his bed. He was, of course, thankful. It's cool...it's what I do.
And then our phones ring. Our friends want to go out. Going out to us used to mean all nighters at the club, throwing dollar bills at the drag queens and buying rounds of drinks. Now, that still happens on occasion, but not every night, like it used to. I've noticed an evolution in our friendship. A more mature bond.
Tonight, we met at English Ivy's, and over a late dinner and single glasses of G&T, we talked. Really talked. About our parents, significant others, jobs, concerns we have, current events. It was amazing. For the first time I stepped back and saw this group that was really in sync. It wasn't just for fun, but we were having fun. I have never felt more close to these people. Timmy talking about his parents and his desire to share Steve with them, Travis' concern for his sister Lanie, Amy telling me the ins and outs of being a bridesmaid. We've really been through alot, together and personally, and we share the burden and joy. These are not just bar buddies, these people are my family. They are apart of my soul.
I came back home feeling better than any bath and compilation CD could have made me. I feel whole.
"Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall/All you've got to do is call/and I'll be there, yes I will/You've got a friend." -Carole King