(Bess and I a few years back, after we were college roommates at Pepperdine)
Of course I had to see her, so I joined a few girlfriends this weekend in San Francisco to hug her and celebrate, which we did with gusto, and with more than one glass in hand :
(Stephanie & Kelia lounging at Chateau St. Jean, 2010)
a champagne flute to toast, a mug of dark coffee from her corner roaster, more than one cocktail glass, and a plastic wine glass in Napa:
Her fiancée, the talented Peter Friday, set up a family game of Corn Hole, and we spent the afternoon training for the next summer Olympics.
The best friends are ones who don’t require a plan or activity; in fact, you would rather plan nothing to make as much space as possible to talk about each others lives. However, those friends tend to be explorers; they reach for life like a drunkards for a bottle of Jack, and you typically find yourself exploring electrifying nether-regions of the world together.
(Napa Valley, 2010)
Together, you breath loudly at yoga:
You sample James Beard Award Winning grugeres at not-so-quaint bakeries,
You find yourself in old 1910 saloons with bowls of Green Chartruese punch,