I have three friends back home that I email with consistently throughout the work day, each day. Some might think it wasteful, but I think it just proves what a whiz at multitasking, I am. These emails are often the root of my sanity, reminding me of the wonderfulness I left back home, and that despite this crazy Southern life, there is hope for a better world in my life.
On Monday, my friend April and I emailed only a few times and asked our typical "How was your weekend? What did you do?" The response I got back informed me that she had gone out with a couple of my other friends to Fremont for the evening.
"Where did you go?" I typed back.
"You don't want to know. You will be sad," April responded.
Instantly I knew! They'd gone to my favorite Fremond places - El Camino and George & Dragon. I asked as much, but didn't get a reply back until today. I didn't need one. I knew it was those two places. I pictured the many times I'd gone to these places and relished in the fried plantains with guacamole and the best mojitos I've ever had the pleasure of drinking, at El Camino. I then drifted off to my many, many nights at George & Dragon drinking Black & Tans, engaging in odd conversations with random people who'd share a picnic table on the deck with us. I can't even begin to share the tales I've heard and shared there. It's one of my favorite haunts, and I sat at my desk stewing about my current existence, missing my old one.
That night my friend Amy called...FINALLY...and I asked her, "You went to El Camino and George & Dragon, didn't you???" She said they had, but that it wasn't the same without me. I know this what my friends feel obligated to say to make me feel loved, and while I appreciate it, I'm sure it was just peachy and at most they had a night free of talk about poo, sex or a rant about some completely ridiculous situation. But I still like to think maybe it wasn't the same without me.
Today, I got April's response confirming this and I told her I'd spoken with Amy and got confirmation. We laughed about the time that April, Lynna and I had gone to the same route they had. The crazy river guide I was hanging out with, the conversations we had, the late night trip to Wendys that we ate at the Ballard Locks trying to sober up, followed by my unbearable to need to pee, which led me to a row of houses where I peed in the shadow on the sidewalk trying to avoid a late night dog walker. I miss home.
As I read April's email I felt nostalgic, and the boredom and irritation I feel here was overwhelming. Then came the her next sentence,
"We got to talking about Britney Spears and decided you need to pull a Britney. You need to go panty-less in different outfits and blog about it."
Hmmmmm. Very interesting.
