I’m currently sitting in a room with a balcony over looking PALM TREES. PALM TREES, people. Not half dead trees with the entire contents of their branches freezing to the ground but trees with leaves and sunshine. Because I am away and enjoying myself/working, I’ve commissioned a few of my favorite ladies to write Odes to Moi for the next few days. Actually I asked them all to guest post, they said yes and I did a fist pump and said “SUCKERS!”. Really, all of the women who will be guest posting for me have brought a little something special to my life. Friends who know that you’re a little bit drunk and a lot a bit crazy 99% of the time are the kind of friends that you want to keep forever. I really adore them and I hope you do too. If not, I’ll be back on Tuesday with a special post with a title in all caps and an explicative.
This first post is from Sarah Nielson. My twin, my buddy, my girl who appreciates Yellow Tail just as much as I do.
“Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.” Dorothy Parker
I’m an only girl in a family of boys. I’m a Democrat in a family of Republicans. I’m a voracious reader in a family of non-readers. I’m an avid drinker (read: drunk, also read: lush) in a family who doesn’t drink.
I love and adore my family—especially close to gift giving holidays—but I don’t feel like I fit in. When I started blogging a few years ago I finally felt like I fit in. Only the people I fit in with were complete strangers.
Enter Heather B.
The first comment she ever left on my blog was as memorable as she is:
No, I do not know you. But anyone who immediately sheds their pants when entering their home and has a website powered by Yellow Tail Shiraz is someone that I must be friends with. Because that is totally my life right there, in all its drunk and pantsless glory.
After reading her bio I found she, too, is a lover of JD Salinger and wine. I knew we’d be fantastic friends if we ever met. Until she left this comment:
I will politely disagree: It is summer, which means that Shiraz is a little too warm for my tastes. A nice Riesling though would do well. Keep that in mind.
It was a rough couple of weeks, but we managed to pull through. I’m a lucky girl to have Heather B. as an Internet friend, and if I play my cards right she’ll be my real friend soon. She has promised to visit the land of milk and cookies this winter. I’m thrilled to finally have a chance to meet my long lost pantless twin. Though I’d like to make a very public threat that if I don’t meet her this year it’s over between the two of us.
I think the grapes and Salinger will completely understand.
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I have to say, I feel the same way about my internet friends. (I can call Heather my IRL friend now because we’ve met. Twice.) But why is it that these people you meet through blogging are better friends to you than most people you’ve known your whole life.
That may just be me, though.
It’s nice that someone wrote a nice post about Heather, since my guest post totally went of the guest posting map!
Now I’m going to be all confused about which pantless drunken girl can be found at which URL. Thanks ladies, GREAT PLANNING.
I didn’t want to be just another cyber skulker so I decided to comment.
Love this guest post and blog.
I’ll be coming by for more laughs. Sans wine though since I like me rum and cokes.