For The Original Bitches

by Cookie

I went to a fabulous pool party with the kids last night.  A group of friends, bound by the hell that is sometimes working in the service industry.  Friendships that have stretched 10 or 20 years.

We made it through our twenties, when friendships meant having an extra smoke to bum and holding one anothers hair while we puked after a long night of drinking.  When it meant covering one anothers shift because they had a doctor appointment or a family dinner.  Or stepping in and helping you serve the table from hell.

These friendships pushed through getting apartments, buying houses.  We talked each other through wedding jitters and divorces. Baby making and baby having.  Bitching and moaning and laughing and crying.

They evolved into a bunch of thirty and forty somethings, children, “real” jobs and busy lives.

And then, every time we all hang out, the banter that was still is, the affection that was still is and no time has passed at all.  We have all strangely betrothed our children to one another, but someone is going to have to draw up a chart because it’s starting to feel complicated.

We’re all just having a beer after work. Except we’re doing it at 5pm and bedtime is 9pm.  And nobody is puking unless someone’s kid choked on their hot dog.  And the only hook ups that are happening for us to talk about involve our favourite tv show characters.

There’s no judgement, no cattiness.  No drama and no crap.  Everybody says what they mean and means what they say and there is nothing that every comes our with sugar on it.  Real people.  Thank fucking Christ.

But you know what, Bitches?  I’m grateful to have my people.  The original Bitches, before you all became my Bitches.

So here is to my original Bitches…..thanks for putting up with me.  And thanks for running my food.

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