Friends and family

A couple weeks ago I got an e-mail from Purita, the maid of honor in Andrea's wedding next year. I'm one of her bridesmaids. Purita told me that she and Andrea, who live in Virginia, were coming to Visalia this last weekend to finalize some of her wedding plans. We decided to surprise Andrea with a visit from me. Later that week Andrea called me to let me know that she was coming to town. I already had a story lined up, "Oh, no! I can't come that weekend! I'm going to be in Chicago at a tradeshow that weekend!" She was sad, of course. Well, rewind to last Friday night. I got into Visalia, called Purita on her cell and found out where they were for dinner. I found them in the restaurant waiting area. Andrea wasn't looking up when I walked in, so I walked up to her and said, "This isn't Chicago! What the?!?" Needless to say, she was pleasantly surprised.

We hung out all weekend and I got to experience firsthand the Andrea-Purita phenomenon. They are the Shelby-Nanette combo of the East Coast. They finish each other's sentences, they giggle a lot and they get in lots of trouble. Lots of fun, those girls, especially over a steak dinner with a bottle of wine (and a strawberry daquiri for me).

I saw my grandpa this weekend. Is it just me or does everyone's older relatives (parents and grandparents) always try to give you tons of stuff when you visit? I left my grandpa's with cucumbers, a cactus and Capri Sun. Apparently that visit was sponsored by the letter "C."

"Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do." - Kahlil Gibran