Friends

[plumtreeblossom]

Why did I just waste an expensive pair of whitening strips when in a few minutes I'll be drinking red wine with Bourdain? There's a remarkable lack of planning for you. Now I'll have to either not have the wine, or do more strips in the morning. Oh well, you're not with Bourdain if there's nothing alcoholic in your glass. He's in India tonight, kids!

The BBQ was great yesterday. I brought Andy along and his grilled asparagus wrapped in bacon-like Spanish meat was a huge hit. Todd closed up shop earlier than I'd wished, and by 11:30 PM Andy and I were at Diesel loading him up on caffeine for his long drive home (we are, as if you haven't guessed, not an item. But we are platono-pals.) At one point he noticed my sandals, which are beyond falling apart -- they're barely shoes anymore.

Andy: Maybe, um, it's time you replaced those?
Mare: Can't.
Andy: Why not?
Mare: They're my frieeeeends....

Well, they are. Cheap, ancient, and they've been all over with me. They shuffled along Tokyo streets in the humid sun. They climbed a Transylvanian hillside. The were the only thing between me and the hot, chunky floor of Death Valley. They've been around the corner to the store a million times. They were left after a wild party at Jude's, but they came back to me. They've been flyswatter, cat chew toy, and more loyal to me than my shadow (unlike my shadow, my sandals never look fat). They're my friends, and I'll walk in them until they fall off my feet by their own choice.

Make me feel less eccentric -- do you have an item of apparal that's like an old friend to you?

Comments

[mindflankr.livejournal.com]

Mine is a gray wool sweater that I bought in London. It is worn and has three holes that were burned in it when I leaned over some votive candles that some idiot put on a buffet table near the edge. It has literally traveled around the world with me.....it kept me warm when I went through chemotherapy......been on camping trips, boating trips and road trips. I LOVE it.....will wear it until it is a single piece of yarn.

[nepthytis.livejournal.com]

My grey Birks. I LURVE them. Even if the sole on the right is about half detached from the cork and the grey leather is hardly recognizable as grey, let alone leather, anymore.

[alfie1981.livejournal.com]

An ENORMOUS multi-colored, threadbare tunic-style sweater that I've had since at least Freshman year of high school. It has a badly fraying collar and the sleeves are covered in green paint from my subbing experience in an 8th grade Art class. But it never fails to make me happy and comfy when I put it on.