Earlier this afternoon I noticed I'd missed a call from Jennifer. I've known Jennifer since we were freshmen in college: she used to live next door to me in our freshman dorm at Texas A&M University. Between us, we have 4 marriages, 3 kids, 2 law degrees, 1 adoption and a nasty bout with breast cancer. Jen is one of those friends who I go for ages without seeing, and then when we get together, it's like no time has passed.
I immediately called her back.
"Are you in town?" she asked. An odd question, since she lives in San Antonio, three hours' drive away.
"I'm in Houston," I said. "Where are you?"
"I'm in San Antonio -- but I'm on my way in! I have a business meeting in Houston tomorrow -- I was wondering if perhaps you'd be free to meet up tonight?"
Naturally, I would move oceans to see Jen, so we met for dinner. And as usual, we spent several hours giggling and laughing like we were 18 again.
"You know," I said as the evening was drawing to a close, "we've known each other 25 years now."
"Of course not," she said immediately.
I stared at her.
"Karen, there's no way ... OH. MY. GOD."
And in those 25 years, it's always good to see you, my friend.
(P.S. Those of you in Houston, I hope Bossy and I get to see you tonight, at Cafe Brasil on 2604 Dunlavy at 6:30 p.m.! I'd love to take a photo of that beautiful face of yours. So seriously. COME.)
Song: Overjoyed, as performed by Esperanza Spalding. Because when you learn of a young woman with a giant afro, a stand-up bass and a voice like an angel, you should let other people know about her, too. Hat tip Mrs. Kennedy.