Medjool and Gray Hair

On Saturday night, I went to the city and caught up with old friends at Medjool (in the Mission) it had a great terrace overlooking the city.

So, this what happens every time we haven't seen each other for awhile...its a little awkward as we politely ask each other about residency, children, and family. We avoid the temptation to talk about "old times" for fear it will come across that we haven't done anything new. We pause, laugh, and then someone finally breaks the ice. We then laugh and tell stories - friends dressed in drag; cravings for the smell of gasoline; and share in horror and laughter our first gray hair sightings.

Yes, I said gray hair. The first one I found earlier this year I pulled out so fast. And the second one, I simply cried. I had no idea it happened so early. But, these girls know and we will all soon follow Heather's pioneering footsteps and turn thirty this year. Yep, I'm almost old. It feels nice knowing I'm not going there alone.

And although, I am decidedly less cool than Jenny, less schooled than Dr. Iezza, less confident than Hannah, less busy than Mindy, and less organized than Heather - I can proudly and without hesitation say that -- I am still the shortest. And I treasure these girls who knew me before I plucked my eyebrows - and still loved me!