Who’s who

I was talking to Christyne the other day and I was telling her that I had just talked to Angela on the phone for while. Christyne and I have been friends for about twelve years, and have spent the night together, shopped together, worked together, and done many many things that all involve countless hours of talking. She goes, “Who’s Angela?”

Me: “Angela’s the one I always refer to as my best friend. We’ve been friends since we were seven.”

Christyne: “Oh. Did she live above the tea shop?

Me: “No, that’s Yvonne.”

Christyne: “Ohhh… okay. Oh wait, she’s the one you work with sometimes, right?”

Me: “No, that’s Stephanie. We’ve been friends since we were 14.”

Christyne: “Oh, okay. Does Angela have a kid?”

Me: “Yeah, she has a 14-year old daughter.”

Christyne: “Oh YEAH. Okay, yeah, now I remember.”

Dude there wasn’t anyone left. I mean, she knows Janae and Sandra. Asia and Lisa are my sisters. And I haven’t told her any stories about Aimee, at least I don’t think. And all of my other girlfriends are people we’ve both worked with. I think I am going to draw a colorful little diagram of who’s who in my life, and bring it out when I talk to Christyne about my friends. The men in my life, now that’s easy to keep track of. There are NONE, except my guy friends, and for some reason she always knows exactly who’s who and what the back story is. Because she’s a great friend like that.

Anyway, happy birthday Ang! You are in my thoughts, and we’ll all be rooting for your husband while he’s in Iraq. I’m sorry your birthday is on a weekday. Let’s go to the beach soon. In the meantime, here’s a drawing of us celebrating your birthday. It’ll have to do for now: