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Visits From Friends

Had an impromptu sleepover with my friend Katie last night. After a flight cancellation left her "stranded" in Toronto for 24 hours, she filled her day visiting friends... I was honoured to receive an invite, but was out of town for a wedding shower (fun times were had by all) until late at night. So then I packed an overnight bag and headed to the Marriott.

Besides envying her fashion and valuing her commitment to learning, I love Katie's wit. Here are two brief bites of our conversations:

me: (telling story) ...I'm the Queen of Awkward.
her: I think I could give you a run for that crown. We should have a Pageant of Awkward.
me: Yes, yes we should.
her: We live in different provinces though, so you could be Miss Awkward Ontario and I will be Miss Awkward Alberta.

this morning, as she walked me out of the hotel:

her: I'm going to give you an awkward goodbye in the lobby, like I paid you to stay overnight with me.
me: I am the least-believable-looking prostitue ever.
her: I dunno. I think you could be a prostitute.*
me: Thanks. Thanks a lot.

*(addendum: She says it was, "Don't sell yourself short. You could be prostitute material." Much better...)

On Saturday, I went for drinks with some Vancouver friends, and amid much laughter and beer, we reminisced about the start of our friendship... After commenting at my church small group that I missed having a blender, a girl I'd hung out with once called me up with a request to come drop off a gift for me: a brand-new blender.

No joke. I blogged about it then, and I have to say, both the blender and the friendship have stood the test of time. Five years later, I am still grateful for both. Love me a good smoothie, and nothing is better than time spent laughing and chatting with Ali. (And now Simon too) Thanks, friends, for making me a part of your Toronto trip.


shellieos said…
I can probably take your Miss Awkward Ontario AND become Miss Awkward Canada.
Beth said…
we will have to trade stories tomorrow night, then ;)
Katie V. said…
I'm pretty sure I just told you that you shouldn't sell yourself short, you could be prostitute *material*
Beth said…
KV - you're right. that is what you said... I will adjust accordingly :)

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