An old friend

January 24, 2010

I’ve been negligent the last few months.  Much has happened.  Little has changed.  There has been travel, a marriage proposal, swimming lessons, work adventures, juggling, more chooks, perpetual personal crises, and growth spurts.

There has also been closure.

Many moons ago, when I first met Big Boy, he was involved with another lady friend.  Introductions were made but in truth I had already met her years before in my 20s.  Big Boy and this old gal were very enmeshed and spent lots of time together.

Big Boy and I hit off straight away.  We birthed a couple of children, succumbed to early nights in bed watching DVDs snuggled under our doona, and jumped feet first into domesticity. Big Boy also took to 9-to-5 melodrama and that most certainly compromised his attachment to cocktails with his old lady friend.

This friend had a certain reputation that came with a certain personality.  She was larger than life like an old-time stripper with a big boa constrictor that shimmied its skin around you.  She was tough as red lacquered nails, scruffy like weeks-old bed sheets, big drinking and gravelly voiced, and a loud late night inner-city party stalwart; but almost demure in the way in which she statically buzzed around in the background, unchanged, over many winters and summers.  I guess she was easy to take for granted.

Last week Big Boy’s lady friend decided to retire from her loud party life and all her old-time entanglements.  She decided to say good-bye over a few nights of drinking, one all day mini-music festival and a family barbecue today.  Nobody wants her to retire.  How do I know?  Mostly because ALL her old friends showed up to cuddle her, drink to her, and cry over her retirement form public life.

Big Boy and I haven’t seen her much socially in the last few years but she formed a constant background to our lives .    She still looks and sounds the same but a touch weary.  She was gracious and charming in her departure.

I know Big Boy won’t forget her all that easily.  Nor will I.

I tip my hat to her.

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