girlfriends

Last night Zelia, Shari and I have dinner. It’s an impromptu get-together.  We meet at Jacques Brasserie, a little French bistro on the UES.

Then tonight, Jill and I meet in the East Village for dinner at Numero 28, a great little pizza place. It’s a gorgeous June night and we eat outside.

I know I’m lucky.  I have really great girlfriends. Almost all of them have been in my life for at least ten years, some much longer.  Only two are fairly recent (under six years).  But I don’t take any of my friendships for granted.

I may not have a husband, but I am never lonely.  I always have someone to call if I need to talk.  Or play.  I know my girlfriends will be there for me whatever the reason.

My girlfriends are interesting, smart, accomplished, funny, kind and diverse.

Some are married with kids.  Some are single with kids.  Some are single without kids.  And some are married without kids. 

I have good friends all over the country, though most are in New York and Boston.

I know which friends are up early and which go to bed late.

I have three friends to call whenever I have a question on grammar.

And another three to call if my question is on cooking.

One of my friends never reads books, but she is one of the most informed people I know.

Another one of my friends doesn't have a TV or computer at home.

Some of my friends are Jewish and some are not. But one of my non-Jewish friends knows more Yiddish expressions than my Jewish ones.

I have friends who love art but not movies, movies but not theater (one actually hates theater), theater but not movies.

Most of my friends lean toward the left, but a couple do not.

Three of my friends hate to shop, the rest love to.

My friends are truthful.  They never agree with me to be nice.  They are opinionated and strong-willed. 

I learn new things from all of them all the time.

I'm a lucky girl.