Blaine and Carrie and I have been a trinity of friendship for something like 15 years now. We know each other’s souls and make each other laugh. All we used to do it sit around on various couches talkin’ smack about plays and Mr. Big. Now, all we ever want is just to have five minutes where we are all in the same place, on some couch.  As we keep getting older, it keeps getting harder to maintain the holy bond,  But we do our damnedest. Three different states, three different lives, three different schedules. In the last six months alone, we had Carrie’s Beyonce themed Beybe shower in NYC:

then my nuptials:

And yesterday, Blaine’s coed party that was maybe about the baby she’s bout to have but in no way was it a baby shower, not at all, more of a gathering with beer and mini ham biscuits for an inexplicit purpose:

I think the trick to maintaining old friendships well into adulthood is showing up. Sometimes you hop a plane, shuffle things around, max out credit cards, and you show up physically. Sometimes you can’t make that magic happen, so you just show up emotionally with a phone call. However you manage to do it: show up. Be there. With these gals (and their husbands and offsprings) I NEVER. EVER. REGRET IT.