Last night I went to Deb's prayer group. I've been avoiding her group for the better part of a year because it has been hijacked by--what others who also avoid her prayer group call--"Narcissistic Drama Whores." But I went and my low expectations were met. But it was great to see Deb and several others who are more patient then me and haven't run screaming from this group.
With many of Deb's prayer meetings, there's often an afterparty where inevitably I get drilled about the Catholic church. Last night was no exception. A few Coronas stuck around and asked their questions. The afterparties are always worth it. We laughed for quite a while--a far cry from the prayer meeting. We even discussed the Church--something most folks around here are fascinated about but don't know anything about.
At some point, Deb, who is leaving for her yearly trip to Central America in the next few days, figured out I might not be here when she gets back. (I probably will be, but maybe not for long.)
"That's why I pushed for a mini-Corona night before you left." I shrugged. "I just didn't want to guilt you into it."
Deb jutted her hands to her hips. "You should have guilted me!"
And then she went into how I'd make friends where ever I went. As if that's my problem with leaving here. Nope, I want to keep the friends I've already made close by. I already left people I love in Arizona. I don't want to do it again. But that's a future-me challenge. Or, maybe Marty will find a job which allows him to work remote.
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