sweet

Today I got to eat dinner with two very old friends who I had not seen for quite literally years and years.

Wait. These friends are not very old themselves, they are just from way back when. Just so we're clear.

Anyway, they came to the show and made me as jumpy and nervous as a person who hasn't been doing A Chorus Line for a year already. But hey, that really works for Kristine, so I went with it. They were waiting for me at the stage door afterward, and the three of us beamed together. They said kind things, couldn't believe I was so tall, and we all hugged, respectively.

We sat down to dinner and talked. It was like a floodgate had opened; we patched together our histories, clueing each other into our pasts with our words, laughing and sighing as only women can do.

A few hours later, dinner and dessert having come and gone, a waiter politely approached the table. Stumbling over his words, hesitating to really say it, we finally translated his half-sentences and awkward smiles to mean that they needed our table for their latest rush of patrons.

I tried to explain to him that we literally hadn't seen each other in years--but well, it was the dinner rush and we had sat through the length of two dinners already. It was time to go.

But it had been lovely.

And this is one of the best parts of touring. Reconnecting with friends. It is nothing short of serendipitous.