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closer

Listening to a good friend rant about a mediocre first date.

Taking care of him when he’s not feeling well.

Laughter with friends on Friday night.

A long walk with an old friend and our dogs.

Sitting next to Mom in a cozy booth over a nice dinner.

Dad asking me marketing questions.

My sister sharing in the passenger seat of my car.

Gertie’s big head on my lap and a sigh of content.

Enjoying sushi straight from the train.

His hand grabbing mine in the night.

These things make us closer.

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When you are here, you’re family

Another family fest with the boyfriend’s nutty brood. Can you guess where?

I told you I’m keeping a list of things overheard when I’m with them (I’ve decided most of them revolve around the youngest bro.)

  • Bro: “Ughhh…I’m going to throw up. Can’t stop eating.” (he was serious too.)
  • Me: “Bro, do you want the rest of my cake?”  Bro: “No, I can’t even finish mine.” Me: “Then stop eating.” Bro: “I can’t. I must eat everything in front of me.” Me: “Then I’m taking it away from you.”
  • Cling. Cling. Cling. (The sound of the boyfriend and bro having a butter knife fight.)
  • Plop. (The sound of an Andes Mint landing in the boyfriend’s wine glass. Guess who put it there?)

Gertie also got to play with Lily to her heart’s content yesterday. The boyfriend’s dad has figured out that Gertie’s favorite inside game is throwing the tennis ball, but you must make it bounce for her enjoyment.

I wouldn’t know much about throwing things for Gertie inside due to the spacial limitations of my closet-sized apartment. (Not for long!)

Speaking of spacial limitations, I told you about the little Happy Hour which I planned on the day of my friend Ging’s birthday and then proceeded to invite all of our mutual friends.

Well that happens to be tonight. It will be fun getting everyone together. And by together, I mean, well, it’s a good thing we are close friends.

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Justin & Stephanie

After my harrowing voting experience yesterday, it was great to unwind and watch the election results with friends. So, how handy that Justin threw a fabulous election night shindig at his fabulous loft last night? Good times, good food, good friends and good donkey and elephant cookies! Thanks for the party, Justin!

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Endorphins

Just ran 4 (plus?) miles with M. It was perhaps one of the best runs I’ve had in a while in terms of speed and distance. Of course, the company was stellar. I’m basking in the bliss of my run….

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Slaying Molly

E-mail between KD, Molly and me:

Me: Hey ladies, it was good to see you last week. Just saying hi. Molly, next week can I come over to see your house please?

Molly: Of COURSE! As long as it’s before 8pm on Wednesday, because that’s when I head to the airport to pick up a cousin for my brother’s wedding next weekend. Oh, and you have to wear your pirate shirt again.

Me: Tuesday evening would work for me…I’ll need directions.

Molly: Okay – here’s how you get there [directions.] It’s the first 2-story house on your left – on the corner, with crazy dogs barking at everyone. Speaking of dogs, C [Molly’s boyfriend] wants to kidnap Ike [KD’s dog] and bring him to our house.

Me: I’ll bring Gertie! Say 7ish?

Molly: Perfect. KD, you’re welcome to come, too, since you’ve been on this email.

Me: [Copying KD] was my secret sneaky way of coordinating a get-together with all of us. He he.

KD: Ah yes – you are brilliant!! I would love to and will try to. Why does C want to dognap Ike?

Molly: He thinks Ike is handsome and has a nice personality. Seriously – that’s what he said.

Me: It sounds like something I would say about a guy after the first date, followed by “and we made out.” Interesting.

KD:Well, true on all counts – he is handsome and has a nice personality – and he would totally make out with you.

Molly: you guys slay me!

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Getting attached…

If you’ve been following my love life, you may have noticed that I’ve been seeing the boyfriend for more than two months now. And while my feelings for him are obvious to anyone around us, the thing is, I’m getting attached — to his friends and family.

We already have nine friends in common on Facebook. His friends. Because the boyfriend is a great person, obviously, he has great friends. And we’re both really social folk, so we enjoy spending time with all these people. (Don’t worry, this isn’t a one-way friend street. He’s gotten to know my eclectic bunch too. In fact, we have a trip to L.A. next month to visit Shannon and then Stephanie is coming to visit for my birthday.) 

But see, now I’m getting more involved, making plans to spend girly time with new friends on my own, texting, Facebooking and in general, embracing the friendships. 

Since dating is all new to me, this is the first time I’ve had to face this issue in a long time? How do you enjoy the new friendships without worrying what happens to them if the relationship should cease to exist?

I’ve been through this with my divorce, but thankfully, I only lost a few friends in the deal, but I gained my own closer friendships. It hurt, but oh well. My friends rock.

So I guess when you are dating someone and his friends, you just have to trust everyone. You can’t hold back because you might get hurt. But if anyone has any thoughts on this matter, I’d love to hear them.

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Dear me,

One of my new favorite bloggers just inspired me to a little creative writing meets therapy project.

It sounded like fun, but like any good plagiarised idea, I thought it needed to be Stephanieized. The concept (for those too lazy to link away) is to write a letter to yourself at age 18. In honor of my upcoming 31st birthday, I thought it would be more appropriate to write a letter to myself at age 21. After all, it’s been a busy decade. Little 21-year-old Stephanie has come a long way.
We have a lot of ground to cover, so let’s go…
Dear Steph,
You are 21 and beautiful, so why do you insist on dressing like a 40 year-old soccer mom? I know you went to Europe and the little silk scarves around the neck were all the rage, but that look just doesn’t translate well in the U.S. of A. Also, no one should be allowed to wear Laura Ashley clothing after 12 and before 40.
Pay attention to Shannon at school. I know you barely know her and you only really know your parents were friends, but you won’t believe how close you guys will be. She’ll even be your maid of honor in your wedding (we’ll get there). Why not get started on your friendship sooner rather than later?
Don’t date the Norwegian guy in D.C. during your internship next summer; it’s a waste of time. Just focus on your writing and have fun living in the city. Speaking of that, try to give your editing class next spring more than your usual 10 minute attention span. There are important things you need to learn such as A.P. Style. It seems lame, but it will haunt you.
Do date the intern at the first paper you work at. He’s hot and he’ll break your heart, but you are going to need that experience in your life. Just go with your heart and enjoy it.
When you are dating him, if you go to Virginia for a weekend and it happens to snow that weekend and you have to stay over on Sunday night, it would behoove you to go straight to work when you get back in town and not stop for lunch with your roommate. You guys will have plenty of fun adventures together, you don’t need to piss off your editor by being even later that day.
Anyone named Stephanie is a good egg. They make good roommates. Be forgiving when she’s too drunk to console you when the intern breaks up with you. She’ll be there in plenty of ways in years to come. You may want to remind her that tents go outside, not inside.
I know your first job will be stressful and all, but if there is any way you could not smoke, that would be really great. It would also keep you from lighting your hair on fire with a match when you are on deadline. No one likes the smell of burnt hair in the newsroom.
Speaking of smoking, if you don’t smoke, you can possibly avoid meeting your future ex-husband. But I’m not sure I want to prevent that from happening. Just know whatever happens in the end, you’re going to be okay. You guys are going to have a great time together and share lots of love. But put your foot down early about that word. You deserve better. Also, your instincts to not want children with him are right on. Birth. Control. Please.
When it comes to your career, the main thing I want to tell you is that the grass isn’t greener on the other side. But you are going to need to learn some of that on your own. Set goals and meet them.
Don’t be so snobby about the sales side of the newsroom. You aren’t any better than them just because you are a starving journalist. And the same goes for public relations people who call you. Be nice.
When you run the marathon and you start puking, just keep going. You’ll live.
Harry Potter books are actually really good.
Sephora is just a bad habit and it will suck your money.
Stay away from cowboys in bars.
The night before you go to London, don’t let Sarah bring you that last glass of wine. It ends badly for you.
Don’t ever run after you’ve eaten shell fish. You get hives.
And here is the most important thing — every day over the next decade, even when you are at rock bottom, just take one minute to be thankful. Because you have a stinking awesome life.
Always,
Stephanie

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