Diana came back into town for three days. I got to hang out with her for one of them. They came to town for a wedding, which really took up most of her time… what with the coordinating of the dress colors (she had to find one in either “blueberry”, “pineapple”, or “lime”) and the finding of clothes for her kid, and the rehearsals, and dinners, etc. But Sunday she and her family squeezed in some time to come over and hang out with our family. Jachin and Zoe were excited to see Byron again, and they played like they always do. Like before Byron moved far, far away. And Porter and Jon talked all about WoW (if you know what that is, then you, too, are a gaming widow and I feel for you), and Diana and I chatted about everything under the sun and made peach cobbler together. And the four of us all played Rock Band… and Diana found out that she stinks at the drums. Which is okay, because everyone stinks at the drums. The drums are hard! But my vocals impressed, as always. (That was a joke. No one was impressed. Especially during “When You Were Young” by The Killers, because — seriously — there isn’t really a recognizable melody line to that song. At least not one that I can sing. Kinda like when I tried to sing along with The Cure in high school.)
And then before we knew it, it was time for them to leave. Rehearsal dinner. And I was sad because it was such a short visit. And we hugged and then they drove away. And then five minutes later she called me to see if she had left her purse at our house. And sure enough, she had. Which was good because I realized that I hadn’t gotten a picture of us together. So they came back and I gave her her purse, and there was more hugging, and Porter snapped a picture of us.
And I looked at it and I said, “Wow, I look rough.” And then Porter said, “Do you want me to take another one?” And I said, “No, it won’t help. Rough is just my look now.” Which is kind of sad, but true. But Diana looks fresh as a daisy and super-cute. And, you know, taller than me. And she was even standing down-hill from me…
Zoe asked me that day why I called Diana my “BFF”. I told her it means “best friends forever”, which is cheesy and funny. Zoe said, “You should call her your ‘BFE’… ‘best friend ever’.” And then I told her that “BFE” already means something else. And she asked me what… and I told her “It means ‘out in the middle of nowhere’.” And she asked me how “BFE” could mean “out in the middle of nowhere”. And I didn’t want to introduce a new word into her vocabulary that day… plus I didn’t have a map to show her where Egypt is… so I changed the subject.
But man, I miss you already, BFE.
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Glad you had some bonding time with your BFF. I see she still has her ankles. Also, cute baby bump.
Comment by Joan — September 10, 2008 @ 2:58 am
Remember how I was so proud about not crying? Well the very next day after the wedding I had another huge breakdown. I couldn’t believe I was having to leave all over again. It was not pretty. Being back was like wrapping myself in a warm blanket. Miss you a ton! =) And P.S. we were totally blown away by your vocals, in a good way!
Comment by dianalolsen@gmail.com — September 10, 2008 @ 7:35 am
I’m glad you got to spend some time with your BFE. You look so cute in that photo with the little baby belly!
Comment by Leslie — September 11, 2008 @ 6:08 pm