You Can Run, But You Can't Hide

Yesterday, while roaming around Krogers for something to go with my two tubs of ice cream, I ran into Brooke Edwards! No, she's not a celebrity, but a good friend of mine from junior high! We were in girl scouts together from elementary school through junior high. I used to sleep over at her house, and we would stay up all night playing Mall Madness and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on Nintendo (with the game genie of course). Although our friendship cooled in high school when she became a track star, boy magnet (she looks like Julia Roberts) and I became one of the unlikely founders of the Asian-American Club and the only person to take the Spelling tests at Math tournaments (yes, yes, I was unwittingly dorky)... I still think of her as one of my best childhood friends.

Anyways, I haven't really even had a conversation with her in over a decade... and now, here she was walking into the same grocery store! I can now say that in the past few months, I have actually seen, talked to, heard from, or know the whereabouts of every single person I have ever had a significant friendship with in my entire life (okay, that either means I have a unique ability of being able to make people appear when I think about them... or I have way to few friends).

To make things more interesting, she was there with her husband... they just got married last month, and they just moved into the Amli apartments down the street from me! Now, I know that we're not going to go back to being best friends... in fact, I'm not even sure that we're going to meet up for an awkward lunch, even though we did exchange numbers, but it just makes me happy to think that people don't completely disappear from our lives. It's also a kick in the pants for me to get my life in gear. I was well aware that she was impressively dressed... rushing in to buy a bottle of wine with her equally attractive husband before running off to a party. Meanwhile, here I am at the supermarket on a Friday night in part of my pajamas because I had a craving for ice cream while catching up on the Golden Globes (did anyone notice that Liam Neeson leans over to a lady sitting next to him and obviously mouths the words "she's had her eyes done" while pointing to his eyes and cringing after Nip Tuck won for best TV drama?).

Yep, I definitely need to do something drastic now.