been a while since my BFF (Best Friend Forever) had come out
for a visit. Terry and I met long ago when we were silly
eighth-graders. Now we have silly memories of those days and
all the years between.
her up at the airport late Friday night. As she climbed in my
car, I asked if she’d had a chance to eat before she left
had a snack," she said. "But I can always eat."
we went. It’s what we do, after all, as we pour over every
detail of our lives since our last meeting.
a bite to eat at 10 p.m. in our town can be a challenge. So we
headed to the piano bar at the Mission Ranch. But the revelers
ahead of us had apparently beaten us to the food.
regular menu is not available," our waitress apologized.
"But we do have dessert."
and I looked at each other with that oh-well-guess-we’ll-have-to-settle-for-something-sweet
look and enthusiastically accepted our fate. It was the start
of a 48-hour talking and eating fest.
giggled and talked through Saturday morning, and when we
finally got dressed, it was time for lunch. Casa Nova, here we
come. Brains engaged from a good night’s sleep, we piously
agreed to split an appetizer and ordered a sensible lunch that
included a light salad. Then we headed to a wine tasting in
downtown Carmel, Calif. That of course, required a visit to
Lula’s for "just a hit" of dark chocolate before
we burned up some calories and cash at Parts Unknown. Sale!
laughs, and silly conversation took up the afternoon before we
headed to the beach to watch the sun set on our day.
the next morning were strangely subdued. We did however manage
to get a late breakfast in at Jeffrey’s in Carmel Valley
(fresh fruit instead of potatoes, please). And we passed up
the beer and other goodies advertised to lasso our hunger at
the California Salinas Rodeo.
drove her back to the airport for her flight home, Terry began
to tell me about weight loss efforts that had not worked for
can’t make a bunch of changes all at once," she said.
"But I know what I need to do; I need to stop eating
after 8 p.m. at night."
works for a lot of people, I encouraged. Let me know how it
was back in Phoenix, she texted me that she had arrived
safely. Just to tease her, I sent back a picture of the
chocolate we had sampled the day before with the caption,
"Eat your heart out."
after 8 p.m.," she replied.
realized she had begun her plan. "Lol! I’m proud of
always, dear friend, it was fun.