Tuesday, February 10, 2004
What a Friend Does
Today I had the honor of visiting my friend Angie during my lunch break.
You see, I was having a super bad day at work and I decided that I would feel better if I jet down to Hells Kitchen to catch up with my dear friend, the Angemeister. Or…a better nickname…or at least one that wasn’t MUY LAME!
It takes me 20 minutes to get to her apartment from work and then it takes me another 20 minutes to get back. I had previously warned Ari that I might be a “few minutes late”. Ha! Few minutes…it was a full half hour. Thanks A-dawg!
So, I arrive at Angie’s apartment and I immediately have to take a dump. Go figure. I had to shove my face with 3 pounds of Swedish fish last night and my punishment is tie-dye diarrhea. I sit on her can for a couple of minutes and then I flush, light a match and join Angie on the couch. She presents me with the tightest and most beautiful J I have ever seen and we proceed to well…J it. You understand.
Ten minutes later I am laughing my ass off and talking to her about all of life’s foibles. We discuss a number of things and stamp out the J. I ask her for a piece of nicotine laced gum and she obliges. With 6 pieces. Since I don’t have the patch on today, the Nicorette gum saved my ass. I can now chomp with abandon and marvel at my cigarette free day.
As I am leaving to go back to work, Angie presents me with a chicken breast sandwich that she bought for me at a local deli. I just looked at her with astonishment. Does she think of everything? Did she want me to pay her back? I didn’t plan on buying a sandwich, but should I pay her back?
She refused to take my money. Absolutely refused.
I gave her a hug and a kiss and I took off for work.
Angie gave me a few gifts today. The gift of J. The gift of Nicorette. The gift of chicken breast sandwich. But most importantly the gift of friendship.
To be able to hang out with someone and have them change your mood completely in a half an hour? That’s a friend. To be able to talk to someone and have them listen and give you intuitive advice? That’s a friend. And finally, to be able to count on someone to look at you with understanding eyes and to take notice of how you feel deep down? That’s a friend that I am so lucky to have.
Today will be better now.
I just know it.
Today I had the honor of visiting my friend Angie during my lunch break.
You see, I was having a super bad day at work and I decided that I would feel better if I jet down to Hells Kitchen to catch up with my dear friend, the Angemeister. Or…a better nickname…or at least one that wasn’t MUY LAME!
It takes me 20 minutes to get to her apartment from work and then it takes me another 20 minutes to get back. I had previously warned Ari that I might be a “few minutes late”. Ha! Few minutes…it was a full half hour. Thanks A-dawg!
So, I arrive at Angie’s apartment and I immediately have to take a dump. Go figure. I had to shove my face with 3 pounds of Swedish fish last night and my punishment is tie-dye diarrhea. I sit on her can for a couple of minutes and then I flush, light a match and join Angie on the couch. She presents me with the tightest and most beautiful J I have ever seen and we proceed to well…J it. You understand.
Ten minutes later I am laughing my ass off and talking to her about all of life’s foibles. We discuss a number of things and stamp out the J. I ask her for a piece of nicotine laced gum and she obliges. With 6 pieces. Since I don’t have the patch on today, the Nicorette gum saved my ass. I can now chomp with abandon and marvel at my cigarette free day.
As I am leaving to go back to work, Angie presents me with a chicken breast sandwich that she bought for me at a local deli. I just looked at her with astonishment. Does she think of everything? Did she want me to pay her back? I didn’t plan on buying a sandwich, but should I pay her back?
She refused to take my money. Absolutely refused.
I gave her a hug and a kiss and I took off for work.
Angie gave me a few gifts today. The gift of J. The gift of Nicorette. The gift of chicken breast sandwich. But most importantly the gift of friendship.
To be able to hang out with someone and have them change your mood completely in a half an hour? That’s a friend. To be able to talk to someone and have them listen and give you intuitive advice? That’s a friend. And finally, to be able to count on someone to look at you with understanding eyes and to take notice of how you feel deep down? That’s a friend that I am so lucky to have.
Today will be better now.
I just know it.
