pedicures and middle eastern schmorgesbord on a drizzly tuesday. not the ideal birthday celebration, but i couldn't make the party later. it would have to do.
cradled by massage chairs, winter feet soaking, talk turned to the usual topics-- so much of our conversation a continuation of threads started way back. creative projects, life dramas, "boys".
our lives are nothing like they were when we first met, and the next nine years will surely bring the same magnificent change. but there will always be massage chairs somewhere, and pretty bottles of polish waiting for two friends to stop and pick up where they left off...