Who Needs Friends? :: Friendship Essay

How Needs Friends?As the two-dimensional taxied to the runway, I found myself sitting al peerless with two empty sit next to me. Oh, joy. I fluffed my pillow, retrieved my book, and stretched myself push through under a blanket. All was good. If I had had any idea that the seating arrangement was to be the highlight of my trip, I might have just stayed on the airplane. In making plans for this trip, I forgot that life seldom works out according to nice and sizable plans. Life is, in fact, usually messy. The best vacations arent always the ones really interpreted but are instead sometimes the ones you take only in your imagination. Judy, Lois and I met when each of our lives was in upheaval. Between us, two marriages ended in divorce, one parent died, one daughter moved across the country, one car was repossessed, one house burned down (it wasnt my fault), and one I.R.S. audit was threatening. Together we had been, if not to hell, at least to purgatory and back. Our friendship se emed solid and guarantee even when after remarrying, Lois decided to move to North Carolina to be proficient her family, especially her daughter. This daughter, this wicked girl, waited until the U-haul pulled up, car in tow, to announce that in half dozen months she was getting married and moving to Texas. For Judy and me, it meant a trip, an engagement not to be missed. The three of us together again was going to be grand. I could hardly wait. I imagined Id hop on the red-eye and be in Asheville for breakfast. A reunion of unprecedented glee would ensue. After that, we would check out the wedding site, see the monuments to the citys Civil War soldiers, and check out the local anaesthetic watering hole. Later, there would be the meeting with the family and the fulfillment of other pleasantries. and then we would talk into the night, sipping bourbon and tittering quietly so as not to awaken the household. The wedding was scheduled for Saturday morning, and I thought it could b e potentially inconvenient for Lois. You see, Lois first husband, Hank, the father of the bride, would be there. Lois second husband, Henry, the man she left Hank for, would be there. Lois third husband, Steven, the man she left Henry for, would be there, too. The only caper Judy and I would have was keeping the three husbands at equal length from each other.