Visiting: A Lovely Canadian, eh?
This weekend, I had a friend visiting from Montreal. I had a geek-tastic good time (discussions on BSG, X-Men, books, and the fine art of sarcasm were had). It was the kind of visit without pretense. Just fun. Talking about whatever came into our heads, often in rabid-fire succession. It was brilliant, really.
We did simple things, like cook, grocery shop at a farmer’s market, walk in the woods, see a movie (Kung-Fu Panda 2 = awesome), and just…talk. I’m sitting here drinking my coffee, still trying to drink it all in. Drink it all in? I hate that phrase. It sounds pretentious. Moving on…
The funny thing about life, sometimes, are the people who end up being closest to you. The ones who see your scars and mistakes, who look at you when your dog has just drug you across the lawn (true story) and ask if you’re ok (possibly while laughing — which I was too. I looked like a cartoon).
My friend and I have known each other for years. We’ve emailed a lot. This was the first time we’d met in person. And she’s exactly who I’d thought she’d be (thus, Made of Awesome). Sometimes, there is a disconnect between who a person seems to be and who they are — in everyday life, and in other forms, too. Gayle Carline (hi Gayle!) had this discussion not too long ago, about people’s online persona not exactly matching up with their in-person one. Some people only write witty or boldly. Me? This is who I am, warts and all. Sure, I could pretend otherwise, but WHY? Who has that kind of time or energy? Not I, said the cat. (Childhood story reference ftw!)
So, my dear Canadian friend was a wonderful guest — and I absolutely cannot wait for her to come back. And I definitely plan on going to visit her. I apologized in advance for the amount of calories that would be involved, and I’m pretty sure I lived up to the Italian stereotype of Overfeed Your Guests. My mother taught me well, and my grandma would be damn proud.
On the docket for today, writing and helping my Best Friend. Tomorrow’s blog will be on why you should never call me at 3 am. Stay tuned, darlings.