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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.

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  1. June 27, 2011 at 9:25 am

    Wonderful! So glad you had a good visit and it lived up to your expectations.

    • Ali
      June 28, 2011 at 8:09 am

      Luann, it really was a wonderful time!

  2. June 27, 2011 at 8:32 pm

    because 3 am is the time to sleep and unless you are dying, pleas do not call!

    • Ali
      June 28, 2011 at 8:09 am

      Exactly!

  3. June 27, 2011 at 9:38 pm

    I am going to write up something about you, too, haha. This made me all warm and fuzzy. You truly are a wonderful friend, Ali and again, thanks for having me. It was amazing, and obviously, I could not have described it better. I had a blast!

    • June 27, 2011 at 9:39 pm

      And when I say describe it better, I mean about you, not me. *pomposity ftw*

      • Ali
        June 28, 2011 at 8:10 am

        YAY! And right back at you, Liz — you are an amazing friend, too. And I had such a great time. No worries, either — I knew just what you meant. 🙂

  4. KOTWM
    June 28, 2011 at 10:22 am

    So if and when you get married will she be your Maid of Awesome?

    • Ali
      June 28, 2011 at 10:23 am

      That is very witty. I like it. 🙂

  5. Jessica
    June 28, 2011 at 2:10 pm

    OMG! That’s so funny – before reading the comments, I totally thought it was Elizabeth, and LO AND BEHOLD…

  6. June 28, 2011 at 2:36 pm

    I am so, so glad you two had a good time together!

  7. July 4, 2011 at 1:01 pm

    Many apologies for being so freakishly (not stylishly) late to the party. My excuse is that last week was a whirlwind of teaching summer horse camp in the day and hawking (or is that hocking?) my books at the local Concert in the Park in the evening. Everything else in my life was done with the most minimalistic effort possible. Ask my family what they ate, if you don’t believe me.

    Thank you for the mention – I don’t even remember how you and I cyber-met, but you are one of those people I feel oddly close to, even if we’ve never shared a cuppa joe. I love your writing voice, both the serious and the snarky, and I’m so enjoying your book of poems. I like to read just one, and think about it, while I have a break and some coffee/tea. Makes me feel civilized.

    And I hope you know I’d NEVER wake you at 3 a.m., even if I had your phone number and my house had been robbed and my husband had disappeared and my dog had run off. First of all, we’re on opposite coasts – what could you do about any of it? Second, even my tragedies have a sense of propriety. Calling hours are 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Period.

    • Ali
      July 5, 2011 at 9:56 am

      Gayle, no worries! You are allowed to have a life! Although, it sounds like yours has been quite chaotic. Remember to breathe. Failing that, extra coffee to get through the day. *grin* Also, thank you so, so much for the compliments. That really means a lot to me. I do believe that you and I met through Twitter, via Barry Eisler. If my memory serves me, that is. It can be dodgy. 🙂

      Also, it is funny that you mentioned that we live so far away. I once had a friend text me at three in the morning (what is WITH that time?) when I was living many, many states away. We had a bit of a disagreement about the appropriateness of that action, and it did not go well. *shakes head* Some people! Oh, and I have that 9 to 9 rule, too! 🙂

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