Silver & Gold

August 22nd

Rebecca's visit

Rebecca came for a visit last week, and just in time. I sent an email several weeks ago to a handful of girlfriends saying I was struggling and the normal pick-me-ups (exercise, limited alcohol, prayer, time outside) weren’t doing the trick. My physician, rushed and unwilling to really talk, suggested I see a therapist.

Rebecca told me to hold my horses. She’d be there soon.

Rebecca's visit

She wasn’t off the plane 2 hours and we were laughing so hard, we were crying. Literally. The scene played a bit like this: warm summer day, patio at a new restaurant, young, very attractive waiter named “Dewey.” Rebecca orders the “Ron Burgundy” wine flight, which prompts my immediate response of, “San Diago, the German word for whale’s vagina.” 

Crickets could be heard two blocks away.

Dewey squirmed, rightfully uncomfortable at hearing the word “vagina” during an otherwise peaceful ad polite lunch shift. Rebecca stared at her lap, debating whether to kick me or just take a cab immediately back to the airport.

Once he scattered off, getting through the rest of our order, Rebecca through a bout of hysterical laughter and tears said, “Is this how it works for you?”

Rebecca's visit

Yeah. This is exactly how it works for me. To know me is to know I’m ridiculous. I buy doggles for my dog. I recite ridiculous movie lines. I can’t budget or lose weight to save my life, but I love to beat myself up publicly for it, setting loud, obnoxious goals I regularly miss.

I typically misbehave at weddings. 

I’ve long since passed the point in my life when I care if others think I’m odd. I AM ODD. I get it, accept it, and baby — I’m reveling in it.

Rebecca's visit

Also during this trip, we spent time with Rebecca’s niece and nephew, who are in elementary school. At one point in the afternoon, I convinced them my middle name was Beyonce, telling them it was the name I preferred to be called. Again, hysterics ensued. Imagine us walking into a pizzeria with two small children calling after me, “Beyonce! Can we have lunch now?” Forks dropped.

I’ve since taken to referring to myself (signing off on email) to this family as Beyonce. I’m not sure anything has made me laugh harder.

Rebecca's visit

As a girl scout, we sang the silver and gold friendship song. Truer words have never been sung (off tune, at a camp funded on the backs of cookie salesgirls.) Rebecca is one of those who has seen my ugliest, but is still willing to leave behind her young family for a weekend to shake me out of it. And she did. With long walks, cooking, movies and hours of celebrity gossip.

Our friendship is like a stack of waffles covered in peanut butter — I’m home.

I said to her 30 times during her visit how much better I felt since her arrival. This heavy tension between my shoulders fell away; I slept better (and more) than I have in weeks. And of course, the laughter didn’t hurt either.

Golden, this friendship.


(aka: Beyonce)

(P.S. Dewey didn’t ask for my number. I know. You are shocked.)

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9 Responses

  1. Kelli!

    You make me laugh, cry and inspire me all at the same time! Praise odd! Isnt it great when you reach that time in your life when you are comfortable in your own skin. Make no excuses, just be who you are and the ones who stick around us and accept our odditites are definitely the golden friendships! Differences is what makes the world go round and thank God for that!


  2. I love this. Also love the Girl Scouts silver and gold and most especially love those friends who drop everything when you need them. How lucky we are to have girlfriends like that!!
    I’m glad her visit replenished you and restored your soul to balance for awhile. Big hugs to you my friend!

  3. AdamMackWright August 22, 2012

    His name was Dewey and you’re the one that got made fun of? You should have referenced Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox story.

  4. I’m thinking sweet things like ‘friendship is a sheltering tree’, but sometimes it’s more of an audacious overblown show off of a tree isn’t it. Can I come visit you one day? I’m not so good on the celebrity gossip, but we’ll be laughing baby!!

  5. Can I print this out and give it to my clients?!?!!?

  6. This brought tears to my eyes. Is it not THE best thing in the world to have girlfriends such as this?! We are blessed, my friend. And I’ve said it before so I’ll say it again…I really wish you would join us in Napa!

    ps…Adam has it SO right! :0)

  7. Jennifer August 24, 2012

    Dude, next time you get told to talk to a therapist, call me. 🙂 Glad you’re on the up and up.

  8. Good friends are the cure for all things! BTW that is one monster zucchini! (I’m guessing that is what that is!)

  9. Amanda Cowan August 30, 2012

    What a fun visit! And I’m going to also comment on the large zucchini. Holy cow!