I feel very lucky to have wonderful friends. Not just people that I love to gossip and drink wine with, but a small group of people who support me, don't judge me and I know I can count on. Then there's Miranda. She's my bitch and I'm hers. What does that mean? Here's my definition:
1. A friend for almost 20 years. For us that means since high school (a looooong time ago).
2. Someone who keeps a straight face when you show up with an ill-advised dye job and even lies and says "I think it brings out your eyes".
3. Someone who is willing to sit and listen to you babble every time you cry over a guy.
4. The first person you'd call if you had to hide a body.
5. Someone who knows the bad and embarrassing things you've done in your life and loves you anyway.
6. Someone who never says I told you so.
7. Someone who is willing to let your friendship change and grow as your life does.
Our friendship has taught me many things over the years but the biggest lesson I've learned is that things will always change and relationships will change along with them. When we were younger, before busy careers, babies and responsibilities, we could spend hours talking about anything and everything at the drop of a hat. Now we have to plan ahead and be far more deliberate in spending time together. We have to make an effort. But that's ok, that means that our friendship is important and we value it because we do make time for it.
This past Sunday we planned some much-needed girl time before Miranda and her husband welcome another addition to their family. Their daughter Carolina is my goddaughter and I am endeavouring to teach her very important life lessons like how to make the perfect dirty martini. We had a fabulous brunch at Max's on Broad and our adorable waiter Charlie made our meal very entertaining. I hope you enjoy the pics as much as we enjoyed eating the food. The grapefruit we ordered counteracts the french fries, sausage gravy and cocktails right?