Goodbyes

So on Friday night Diane had her final goodbye to everyone. She leaves this week, and still refuses to take me up on my offer to lay in a bikini in my living room beside a space heater instead. I even said I’d throw in a heat lamp, but apparently it’s not the same as being on a tropical beach, go figure.

We all went to a pub, and told her how much we love her at least 4,000 times. Poor girl had to keep reminding everyone that she’s just travelling for awhile, not dying.

But even though I know she’s coming back, saying goodbye sucked.

Like I’ve said, this is one of my favorite people ever, and the only person that I can always count on to tell me the things I need to hear whether I like it or not. When I couldn’t work up the nerve to break up with the ex boyfriend, she was there. She listened to all my ramblings, and never once told me to suck it up and stop being so ridiculous. When I didn’t know what to do with myself and refused to ever leave my house, she wouldn’t have it and insisted that I go out and have some fun. Ok – maybe I still do that a little, but she still insists I get out and let loose, and when I do, I know she’s proud.

But when I started going out in public looking like a homeless person, she let me have it and told me I had to start putting in some actual effort.

She has helped me get myself together more than once, and has always been able to see past my crazy and love me anyway. Or maybe she loves me because of my crazy.

Knowing that I won’t see her again for over a year is hard. I managed to hold it together because I have no feelings, but I’m seriously going to miss this girl so much.

I mean, who wouldn’t miss the person that says things like this to them:

Obviously, she’s the best.

And really, after ten years of failing to find me a man, I don’t know if she really gets to have a say in the matter. To be fair though, she did try recently, but we won’t talk about that massive failure.

Anyhow, back to Friday night, it’s entirely possible that I had far too much wine. And maybe one too many shots too. But my friend is leaving and she is one of the few people that actually likes when I get crazy. In fact, she encourages it.

I owed it to her.

This actually might be one of my favorite pictures ever.

It was a fun but long night – we shut the bar down, and then stood outside for awhile longer talking. I don’t think anyone wanted it to be over. I have no idea what time it was when I got home, but by the time I got to sleep it was well after 4am. Then I woke up again at 6:00 because I forgot to turn my alarm off. That was a really fun surprise.

Since I’m 95, the rest of the weekend was pretty much a write off after that. I fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs in my parents yard when I was trying to study the next day, and again later on when I was watching The Wizard of Oz for my homework (yah, that was my homework, did I mention how awesome this semester is?).

It’s a bit sad that it actually took me two full days to recover from all my shenanigans, but it was 100% worth it.

And Diane, if you change your mind my offer is still on the table. Space heater, heat lamp, my living room, it sounds like a pretty amazing time.