Who Needs Friends? :: Friendship Essay

How Needs Friends?As the plane taxied to the runway, I found myself sitting al integrity with two repeal seats next to me. Oh, joy. I fluffed my pillow, retrieved my book, and stretched myself emerge under a blanket. solely was good. If I had had any idea that the seating arrangement was to be the set off of my trip, I might have just stayed on the airplane. In fashioning plans for this trip, I forgot that life seldom works out according to victorian and tidy plans. Life is, in fact, usually messy. The best vacations arent always the ones really taken but are instead sometimes the ones you take solo if in your imagination. Judy, Lois and I met when each of our lives was in upheaval. Between us, two marriages end in divorce, one parent died, one daughter moved crosswise the country, one car was repossessed, one house burned down (it wasnt my fault), and one I.R.S. audit was threatening. Together we had been, if non to hell, at least to purgatory and back. Our friendship seeme d unanimous and assured even when after remarrying, Lois decided to move to North Carolina to be near her family, especially her daughter. This daughter, this wicked girl, waited until the U-haul pulled up, car in tow, to announce that in six months she was getting married and moving to Texas. For Judy and me, it meant a trip, an engagement non to be missed. The three of us together again was going to be grand. I could hardly wait. I imagined Id hop on the red-eye and be in Asheville for breakfast. A reunion of unprecedented glee would ensue. After that, we would represent out the wedding site, see the monuments to the citys Civil War soldiers, and check out the local watering hole. Later, there would be the meeting with the family and the fulfillment of new(prenominal) pleasantries. Then we would talk into the night, sipping bourbon and tittering quietly so as not to wake the household. The wedding was scheduled for Saturday morning, and I thought it could be potentially awkwar d for Lois. You see, Lois first husband, Hank, the father of the bride, would be there. Lois second husband, Henry, the man she remaining Hank for, would be there. Lois third husband, Steven, the man she left Henry for, would be there, too. The only task Judy and I would have was keeping the three husbands at mate distance from each other.