I have a friend whom I rarely see. When I first met her 13 years ago, we were like soul mates. We laughed all the time and laughed at things that no one else thought was funny. We could look at each other and think the same things, chuckling to ourselves. We worked at the same attorney’s office. You’d think that was a somber place, but we got a kick out of it. She is a real, true Maine-ah. She knew stories about most people that came into the office. She knew stories about many of the local politicians, secret stories. Even about our boss, now THAT’S a doozie, but I don’t feel right about putting it in writing. It’s that good!
Last week we were supposed to have lunch for the first time in months, but I was sick one day, she the next, and on and on, so now we are aiming for next week.. I miss her. I need more of that kind of inane fun.
One time we decided that I was going to smoke pot with her, for the first time in many, many years. She got some “really good shit”. She picked me up at my house and we went out to Arne’s house, out by Crystal Lake. He was working and she and I sat in the sun on the deck smoking and eating a disgusting vegetable platter with non-fat dip because we were on diets. I expected to feel silly, like I had back in the 60s and early 70s (BK-before kids). I didn’t feel much so how good could “that really good shit” have been???? But later, I was throwing up broccoli. Gross. You can’t take me anywhere.
I used to write stories about “Meg and Jen”, loosely relating our adventures and greatly embellishing them. I think I’ll start them again. Last we saw the girls they were hiding a giant lobster in a saltwater swimming pool, out in the Harpswells… I wonder what they did with that lobster? And what happened to Divin’ Dave, the guy they knew at the local bar, Jameson’s Tavern (which in reality actually closed down a month ago – DRAT!) where the girls used to go for a drink after work sometimes. What happened to the scumbag Mike, who propositioned both Neicy and I at the Muddy Rudder when his girlfriend went to the ladie’s room? Jen and Meg and Neicy and I had lives in my stories – our lives intertwined and were called fiction, but some of the events actually took place.
One time she and I were sitting on a beach down in Scarborough. She had a blow up flamingo tied to her chair. I remember we had ‘boat drinks’ along and took naps that day, in the sand. Later we watched the sturgeon swimming up the inlet, leaping into the air. There were so many of them. What a sight.
We need more of that! Winter’s almost over – time for fun.
until next time, love, deb
P.S. The picture at the top of my blog is out at Pemaquid, the view looking down the coast from where I always sit, behind the little shed that housed the oil for the light at the top of the lighthouse. Right at the edge of the sea. I’ll take more pictures next time I go out there. In the summer I go at least once a week. Meet another friend in Damariscotta, leave one car there, drive to Reilly’s Grocery and pick up lunch, then out Pemaquid Point for the afternoon. That’s another story for another day. Remind me to talk about last year and all the beach chairs!