Today Meg popped into a coffee shop while I waited outside and she came back grinning. "I just played soccer in Spain, and you didn't!" she said. It was very obvious gloating.
"What?!"
"Yeah, there were three boys in there kicking the ball around and one pass rolled right to me and everyone kinda waited and looked at me so I smiled and kicked it back."
"Damnit!! Not fair!"
Huge Meg smile. I have never seen so many teeth and gums on her.
I have to admit I owe a huge debt to her for agreeing to come to Madrid with me at the last minute. She works a lot-- like fifty hours a week maybe? And she has kids too so we don't see each other as often as we should. But in late July I sent her a text that said "So.... Do you want to go to Madrid with me for five days in August?" And then within 24 hours she sent me a text back that said "So, looks like I could book a British Airways flight on air miles...." ..and before I knew it it was all booked and she sent me a series of 3 emojis: an airplane, something I couldn't recognize, and a smiley face.
"What's that middle thing?" I texted back. "The emoji. Is that a tampon?"
"It's a picture of money with wings. As in 'my money is flying away on this trip I'm taking with you'," she texted back.
Can I just interject here that I'm really glad there's no tampon emoji?
Anyway, I'm lucky to have her. Today she came to the Caravaggio exhibit with me and patiently listened to me drone on and on about it and then when we came home we opened a bottle of cava and I drank way more than my share of it and she totally noticed and didn't say anything at all.
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