So, weirdest thing ever.
Last night on my way home from work, I started thinking about B, an old friend from high school. We were total partners in crime and teen punk/gothdom. I swear, we did more wacky things together than all the rest of my friends combined. Like the night we camped out all night for Echo and the Bunnymen/New Order tickets. The time the backyard tree at my parents' house caught fire and we were so stoned (parents were out of town) we couldn't remember the number for 911. The night we picked up German boys in Paris. How we got mugged one night walking home from work. When we got arrested for underage drinking in Madison. We were naughty, but at heart was a wonderful friendship and it never quite sat right with me that we lost touch about 10 years ago or so.
I was trying to think about how I could find her again. I knew she'd taken her husband's last name when she married but for the life of me, I couldn't remember it. I vowed that when I got home, I'd try to see if her brother was on Facebook. Of course, I forgot about it the minute I got home, since I had to rush and make food for tonight's festivities.
When I woke up this morning, I had a message on Facebook. It was from B's husband, saying that she wasn't on Facebook but here was her email address and she'd love to get in touch with me.
WEIRD, HUH? And very cool.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it!
