I find myself often turning to the people I’ve become acquainted with on the interweb. Whether we discuss dinner party dining or sorority happenings, work hangups or the adventures of building a web site, the possibility of hosting an action figure… I turn to them. And I’m grateful for my small community of fellow bloggers who feel more like friends than strangers these days. These strangers-gone-friends don’t know me from the bag lady on the corner, but they are thoughtful and encouraging.
This past weekend when I was asked to accompany my friend Susan and her friend for an evening out, I felt warm and fuzzy inside. Because this friend happens to be a blogger I connected with; we talk photography, knitting and food I want to put my face into. (Not a lie.)
Dawn, who writes Running at Dawn, actually has a health fitness blog. This lady is amazing and actually runs for fun. Yes, I follow her blog. No, I am not into exercising, but I love to read her words, hear her stories. She has so much drive and ambition and even though I may not plan to run unless zombies are involved, she does motivate me to be better to myself. We became friendly because of Susan – we found similarities between us and she has a wonderful sense of humor I need more of in my life. So while Dawn made her tour of the Midwest, she included a stop in Louisville to visit with her long-time friend. I was invited along for the ride. I couldn’t have been happier about it.
Dawn was exactly as I had imagined. I already new she had a fair complexion and wavy red hair. But the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, the way she laughed and smiled – exactly like she was in my mind. Only shorter.
I couldn’t believe that five hours flew by like they did on Saturday. We shared a meal, we shared drinks, we shared stories. I was delighted to hear that Susan and Dawn had actually met through blogging – they both lived in Chicago and ended up with a small group of women who met monthly for drinks and laughs. We talked about work, school, family, husbands, the past, the future… it was like being with friends I’ve known all my life. Only I had just met Dawn.
This is what has made this little hobby worth it. The people. Good things usually do circle back to honest souls and good intentions.
On Sunday, I realized I didn’t snap a photo of the three of us together. I even charged the batteries in Paco so that I’d be prepared. But I forgot. I’m not happy about not having a photo to keep – who knows when I’ll get to share bourbon balls with Dawn again since she resides in Seattle. I’ll just have to remember a little harder. Remember the crowded restaurant with stuffed dates and cucumber yogurt, the beautiful night on a patio with Highland Hooch in hand and the reunion of two friends enjoying themselves. Like I said, I was happy to go along for the ride. But seeing the two of them together made it even sweeter.
Who knows… maybe our next ride together will take place on Seattle time.