A few of my East Coasters are coming west for Thanksgiving, so I’m making the rounds.
Tomorrow I head up to Huntington Beach to visit Shana, Jason, and Arabella (USC friends living in Boston), then I fly from LAX to San Jose to see one of my best pals, Kate.
I call her Kate on Glamour.com but her real name is Lindsay. I have no idea why I do this, since I’ve shown multiple photos of her face. But several years ago, I quoted her in a magazine and used her real name, and the anecdote was about how we put pads in her armpits so her sweating problem wouldn’t be visible to her students when she wrote on the chalkboard. She was interviewing for a teacher job at another school—a super-exclusive private academy in Manhattan—and this was a trial run or whatever they call it. Well, one pad fell out in front of everyone—the nuns, the stuffy headmaster, the snotty pupils, you name it. (The pads were my idea, but hey, it was my silk blouse she was dousing! Kidding—I just didn’t want her to feel self-conscious in front of the prep school crowd.) Anyway, her current students at the time happened to pick up a copy of that magazine months later and lost all respect for her. Poor, Linds. Actually, they had already lost respect for her when a cop pulled her over in front of their school bus for passing the “Stop” sign on the school bus.
Anyhoo, she is my bestie from grad school. She always makes an itinerary when we go anywhere. One possible activity for this trip to NorCal includes, “Work out or just drink while wearing workout clothes.” Everything we do revolves around drinking, so it’s always fun. When we went on our second bi-annual T-giving trip, on what Linds called “The Elvis Lives Ultimate Tour,” she had an “Expenses” section on the itinerary. She wrote,
- Food: $100 (We’ll be rexic for a few days)
- Booze: $500
See our priorities?
I have spent 4 Thanksgivings with Lindsay. 1 in New Hampshire, 1 in the Bahamas (upgrade), 1 at Graceland (downgrade), 1 in Iceland (upgrade), and this next pre-T-giving weekend in Fremont, California (downgrade). Her older brother lives there now. They are Canadian and don’t care about our holiday. It works, because I don’t really care about turkey.
Usually Lindsay and I decide to go somewhere after our local boyfriends don’t invite us home. We fly to a locale that’s fabulous or fun just to make them jealous. Other times we just go for ourselves. Hell, one T-giving, I flew to Rome without her. I think she had a nice boyf that year. Anyway, this is my first year home in 10 years, and I am looking forward to it! But first, Fremont…
Stories to come!