my friend called me this afternoon at work.
do you have time to grab a glass of wine tonight?
me: (thinking, no, I have hours of work to do tonight) I need one, now.
what time can you get there?
me: (thinking, now!) right after work.
we used to work together, now she's a mom of two beautiful kids. I so miss working with her. we used to escape some mornings to the coffee shop across the street for a little sip (of freedom). I miss going to the ceramics studio with her to throw (our work frustrations at the wheel). it's not nearly as fun without a friend to gossip with.
I love how friends can have perfect timing, and how it's usually completely unintentional.
tonight, we both needed a break. she'd had as rough a day with her little ones as I'd had a week at work. it had been a while since we'd relaxed and chatted without one of her little ones around to distract us, or a work interruption.
so, a glass of wine turned into two, and cheese fondue and salad... then a little protein added in for good measure... of course some chocolate fondue... and cappuccino.
we talked about kids, dogs, families and friends, a currently non-existent love life, first birthday parties, run-ins with exes, and a disastrous job.
listening to her stories of her kids makes me wonder if I'm really missing out on something. so many of my friends now have kids. I find myself wondering if there's something profound I'm missing out on by holding out for my one. but then nights like tonight, enjoying an extraordinary meal with a good friend makes me realize that we all wonder if we're missing out on something.
I may be a little jealous of her family. she may be a little jealous of my continuing career. but neither is jealous of the horror stories we've shared tonight. I am definitely not jealous of the temper tantrums or tears. she is definitely not jealous of my marathon work weekend and sad pathetic dating stories.
perhaps over a fondue pot, set aflame to roast marshmallows, we both realized having wine and cheese (and chocolate) with a friend, venting and laughing helps us to simply appreciate everything we do have in our lives; that the grass may not really be greener, but rather just a different shade of green.
feeling more relaxed, but a bit over-stuffed and somewhat guilty, for escaping her kids for so long, for putting my work off, we started for the door. we promised to get together and relax and chat again before it was as absolutely necessary as it was tonight.