Golden Girls

Okay, just one more mushy-esque post and I'll get back to my usual bitter self that we all know and if not love then at least tolerate. While I was writing Indecent Proposal last night I realized that I have never properly thanked my friend D. D and I have been friends for something like twenty five years, give or take a few, and managed to keep in touch despite boyfriends, me moving 2000 miles away and back, and various and other sundry incidents (including the infamous night at Euphoria that neither of us can remember). Since my break up with my ex two years ago (he called her a bad influence, what is it with boyfriends calling her that?) I have come to realize the true value of her friendship. Without her I would only be reading books that have pictures of guys in flowy shirts torn because of a struggle with/of/for love/magic/mythical beasts/usurpers of thrones, or really I would still be reading very trashy biographies all the time. Now every once in awhile I'll throw in a book of at least nominal cultural signficance if only to curb the harrasement a hair. It was through her influence that I bought the device that has changed my life (hello my beautiful iPod, what I did before you I know not), and she set in motion the challenge that finally got me to quit smoking. Of course we are the only two of about 8 or 10 people who managed to quit, but still!
So I just want to say thank you for the wednesday night Panera's, the late night Arabica's, the gay baseball games, Mr. Leather competitions, Montreal road trips, and everything else. It is really good to have that friend who has known you forever that you know no matter what you could depend on to be there for you (check it, that's just how I roll). So if you threw a party and invited everyone you knew, you would see the biggest gift (okay maybe not the biggest because you have some very wealthy, and very attractive, friends. . .so lets say the most appropriate gift) would be from me and the card attached would say "Thank you for being a friend"