Tag Archives: friends

Merry Christmas Eve!

Merry Christmas Eve, friends! I hope you all have a wonderful day. I’ve got the house to myself for a very brief moment before the rest of my family returns from various Christmas related activities. It is quite peaceful. I hit my final reading goal for the year. 

I will probably keep saying this what with all the holidays one after another but…thank you to all my readers! To friends and family and strangers. I appreciate your continued support and love. It keeps me motivated. 


Socializing With Adults

I recently gave a law school bound college student a piece of advice I am bad at following: I told him to make sure he finds non-law school friends.

I actually have quite a few non-law school friends. (And arguably very few law school friends at the school with me!) But I have not developed a consistent network of “in real life” friends here in Madison. So if I know you here, you’re probably connected to the law school…somehow. 

Some old AFP co-workers invited me to a belated “friendsgiving” tonight. It sounded rather awkward as I did not know who the host would be or who else was invited. But after a day spent helping undergrads prep for the final Saturday…I jumped at the chance of being around ‘adults.’

Or at least non-students.

And I sure am glad I went. Most, but not all, of the people present worked in politics. But I was the only student. It was fun. It was casual. And most of all, it was a refreshing reminder about how normal people my age live and talk. 

So I guess if I was giving advice to that same student, I’d tweak what I say. Instead of non-law school friends, I’d clarify…in real life non-students. Preferably ones your age. Because even you cannot be all law all the time.


The Mixed Blessing of an Old Friend

This past weekend I visited my friend Sara. We figure we met online around age 12; we certainly met in person for the first time at age 16. Not only did she know me at my craziest, she introduces me to people by telling them about it. 

“This is Amy. I didn’t like her when we met because she was super hyper.”

“This is my friend Amy. In high school I pulled her off picnic tables because when debate got really heated she would turn bright red and stand on them to make her point.”

“This is Amy! She went on her first plane ride with me and I kept having to forcibly drag her through the airport because she kept pausing to complain about the historical inaccuracy of the murals on the airport walls.”

And the worst part? I don’t have any horrible stories to tell back! Either I don’t remember them or she was just really mature at 16. Or, as probably more likely, I was the crazy one and anything she did paled compared to me standing on picnic tables.

Or irritating the tour guide at the White House with my steady stream of commentary. 

Or staying up till 4 am watching the Disney Channel because by golly I was not going to let the cable TV in our hotel room go to waste. 

In conclusion, it is good to have old friends. It keeps you humble. 


FB Friends

“Who is X and why am I friends with him on Facebook?” I ask Bethany.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Law school? Politics? Some politician dude?”

“No, I don’t recognize his face,” I tell her. “But he had a baby. Or his wife did.”

Bethany: “Well, is it a cute baby?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Bethany: “Don’t unfriend him then.”

There you go, folk, why I stay friends on Facebook with people I don’t remember. 

 


A Lovely Weekend

He knew. She knew. I knew. He knew I knew. She knew that I knew that she knew. But I did not know if he knew that I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew.  

It was great. 

I didn’t blog about it earlier but my college roommate’s boyfriend proposed to her this weekend and as part of the surprise (or non-surprise, if you can decipher my ramble above) he flew me out to Norfolk, Virginia. I didn’t blog about it beforehand because I wasn’t sure if she read my blog. (Hello? Rina?) 

It was a truly delightful visit. They were the ones getting engaged but somehow I feel like I was the one thoroughly spoiled. We visited Fort Monroe and the USS Wisconsin. We played at the beach and chatted about little nothings. And we ate tons of great seafood! 

I was supposed to fly back Saturday but they actually payed for my flight so I could stay till Sunday! 

It is hard to get back into the swing of life after that weekend. Pics to come if they ever upload any. And if they don’t? Well, take my word for it. It was delightful. 


Buying Books For Others

I found the perfect career for myself: buying books for other people! Who wants to pay me to do that? 😉 

More seriously, I had a fabulously fun weekend with my cousin and I dragged the poor girl to easily 5 bookstores. And I bought books! Mostly for her or for her siblings which I discovered comes with an amazing plus: 

I get all the fun of buying books and spoiling some of my favorite people and none of the books go home with me so no one can yell at me for having too many books already! 

Truly a win win.


Not Part of the Wedding Party

It is odd attending a wedding as a non-wedding party member. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m at that age where most of my friends are getting hitched and the last few I attended involved me participating at some way. But let me tell you, not being a bridesmaid is so…low key. 

I just showed up. I ate. I danced. And then I left. No clean up, no prep, no extra care over hair. Weird stuff. I still feel a little guilty leaving without at least stacking a chair or sweeping or something. 

In other news, happy wedding day, Jon and Noelle!