Surreal

Lexington seems like a million light years to me from time to time.

I don't go down there as frequently as I used to and as the pages of time pass on my friends and I check in with each other less and less.

I suppose it has something to do with that reason, season or a lifetime premise that some people believe in.

Regardless, I still think about how much fun and how much I learned in that great, little town.

My friend GOP Big Wig just moved back to this side of the river after spending a good chunk of time in Lexington. She's and incredible friend and we've had some good times together. Moments that include everything from crazy parties with wild guests (and Boone's Farm races and dance-off contests) and lovely holiday parties that ended up with one of the guests spending the night in jail.

GOP and her wonderful husband were nice enough to pick that party girl up from the lock-up in the morning.

GOP and I have weathered a lot over the years. New jobs, bad boyfriends, even worse bosses. Weddings, Babies (on both accounts - Hers, not mine). Promotions.

It's kind of wild to look back and think about the time a party guest broke the chiminaea because he was stuffing the wood in the hole too fiercely. Wild to think back to the drama at A1A years ago and all the crazy-ass characters we used to know and how and now we just laugh at the would-a, could-a, should-as.

GOP and her husband just bought a stunning home less than two miles away from my hideaway. It's a showplace of a home on storybook kind of street lined with massive oak trees and children riding bicycles.

Now our future plans involve casual glasses of wine on a sweeping porch and outings for coffee and child-safe places.

It's amazing how quickly life changes.