[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Some people know my friend Elizabeth (we Elizabeths like to stick together) as my drinking buddy. She’s been present 2 out of the 3 times I’ve been over-served in the past decade. As she wisely put it yesterday, her gremlin speaks to my gremlin. We have a way of getting into trouble together. Which is why I enjoy her company so. She’s not just my drinking buddy, she’s my thinking buddy, too. We met at a conference in January, as I sat awkwardly at a lunch table, waiting for the keynote speech to start. She recommended the vegetarian soup, and then asked if I wanted to grab tea. We went to a music therapy workshop and giggled while the instructor sang about joy being all around us. I think that song helped us to skip over being strangers. The introvert in me is ever grateful for her friendliness. Elizabeth is kind, generous, and compassionate. We can talk hippie talk and hockey talk. What more could a girl ask for?
We’re both running from one thing to the next lately, so I am so glad we were able to sneak in a little chat on the dock at the Esplanade last night. Just two grown-up kids, talking about retirement accounts and bridesmaids dresses, and soaking up the view. Life is good.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Initiating Project Wardrobe Overhaul (a working title)
- Great tips for avoiding food waste
- Hitting the foam roller. Hard.
What’s your favorite hometown view?