MonkeyPants

Pie Date

Today I got together with some fantastic women to eat pie.

That elicited a number of ‘whaat?’ responses from the men. “It’s not a lesbian thing”, I told E. With his usual articulate way, he said, “It just sounds…weird.” It doesn’t. He’s weird. It’s just pie.

Anyhow, what was most fun was the fact that we could just sit and talk for a while. Well, that and fab pie. But between motherhood and work and relatives and not wanting to live in unhygienic hovels and making sure there’s enough toilet paper/coffee/band aids, none of us have a lot of time to just…sit and talk. I think for the moms it was especially nice not to have to be moms, at least for a couple of hours.

For me, it was a chance to just hang out with some friends. That doesn’t happen very often these days, with all the other stuff we pack into a day. But since I have known these women for 13, 16, and 21 years, respectively, I know them, beyond their family roles or careers. I know them as people.

I think there’s a reason we’re friends. Actually, that can include all my friends. My friends are smart and funny and interesting, to a person.

That makes me pretty lucky.