Look at me, I am NOT Sandra Dee
Hey gang!
Yeah, yeah…I’ve not been good about keeping in contact with ya. I’ve been doing some writing and some soul searching…always trying to keep on moving forward and growth can be hard sometimes.
When is it time to call it quits with relationships? How much are you willing to go through before you cry ‘Uncle’? Well, lately I’ve had to ask myself a lot of questions like that and I really don’t have a lot of answers. You see, I would like to believe that people are basically good hearted, fine, honest, upfront, upright beings. Guess what? They are not.
So, while I would like to tell ya that all is groovy–ah, heck, all IS groovy. It’s my pal David’s birthday on the morrow and he’s been a true blue pal ever since I met him at a movie theater revival screening of “All About Eve”. He’s the Vera to my Mame and I adore him.
The best thing is that he got to meet my best friend. (I’ve still not shared our weekend together, have I?) They fell in love with one another immediately. This brings me enormous pleasure, I’ve gotta tell ya. David is an extraordinary person and when he met Kim the sparks flew, the lovelight started shining and it was lovely.
David will celebrate his birthday tomorrow and I wanted to share the love. He and I sing at the top of our lungs while walking down New York streets. We share laughter, we bitch about tourists walking willy nilly along ‘our’ sidewalks, we create characters and remain in character for the better part of the day, we write together…we drink, we cry, we consume food that’s bad for us, but above all else, we share our lives in a meaningful way.
We don’t give one another lip service. We’re honest with one another. That is important in friendship. It’s vital. I appreciate this more than you’ll know, given recent events in my life. True long lasting friends are hard to find; we need to cultivate them like heirloom roses. Nourish the soil from which the friendship blossoms, ya dig?
So, I want to honor my friends, my loved ones on this blog when I can. Let others know that they’re special to me. David deserves some recognition for being a superlative dude.
He’s young enough to be my kid for cryin’ out loud. (that is if I was a slutty high schooler) David had to raise himself, he had to figure out that it was perfectly okay to be gay. No one gave him anything. He’s a hardworking young man with a great mind and an open heart.
David…Vera…your heart is from Tiffany’s and I am honored to have you in my posse.
Happy birthday, youngster! I love you!