Sisters at heart

I spent the weekend with my sorority sisters in VA.   I am the youngest one in "the crew".  We had all lived in the house my sophomore year and they were all seniors.  That was one of the best years of my life.  Since I had pledged under them, they all called me "pledge" during that year.  I didn't care..it was a term of endearment.  I was always ready, willing and able to go "downtown" with them.  I was always good at time management.  I did my homework in between classes, so I could "play" at night.  They loved that about me.  I loved living with a house full of women.

Momma Moo, my pledge mom, and I decided to meet ahead of time for lunch and then drive to VA together.  Around 1 p.m. she called to say she was still a couple of hours away.  WTF?!  I sometime forget her inability to be anywhere on time!  LOL.  She and I are the closest out of the crew.  So, it was still nice to catch up with her on the drive down. 

We all converged upon the Colonial.  She has a mansion in Alexandria. This weekend consisted of a wine and cheese Friday night welcome at her home, a trip to the spa on Saturday and then dinner in one of our nation's capital's fine upscale restaurants.  About 4 hours into Friday evening, I realized I have absolutely nothing in common with these ladies any more.  They are all married with children.  The oldest of the group's kids is 16 and the youngest 8.  Three of the women are stay at home mom's and one works from home. Their lives center around their kids and occasionally their husband.   The conversations bored me to tears.  Don't get me wrong, I love these ladies, but all I no longer have anything in common with them. 

The best part of the weekend was the massage.  It was amazing. By the luck of the draw, I got the best masseuse.  Her name was Ruby.  She did a hot stone massage that was to die for.  I wish i could go back weekly for such an indulgence.  After the massage, we did go to an Irish Pub for a St. Patty's Day green beer.  Back in college, we'd start green beer at a pledge breakfast (around 7 a.m.) and drink for the rest of the day.  So of course the beer was for nostalgia sake.  Funny, because one of my sisters said it smelled like a beer blast (outdoor keg party at fraternity or sorority - held every weekend in the fall).  It tasted awful.  I hate cheap beer!

Dinner Saturday night was nice.  The Colonial had connections and we received the royal treatment. We started off with a Dom Perignon toast.  The champagne was good and the food decent.  We got a sample platter for dessert.  Their cheese cake and creme brulee were very good.  I sat next to Granola.  She and I weren't very close in college but seem the most alike in our advanced years.  She's quiet and laid back - obviously 2 characteristics we don't have that much in common. But she is a very kind person who cares about the environment and other people.  We talked a little about her daughter - who seems a lot like Boo.  I'm glad I got to sit next to her at dinner. 

I hate to say it felt like a wasted weekend.  I wouldn't have traded it for anything else.  But it is sad to see how different I am from them all.  I'm not sure I wasn't different from them way back when we all met each other.  I think my whole house was very diverse.  And, I was the most like the older girls in the house.  But maybe not as much like them as I think.  Our perhaps, our lives may have just drifted apart.

Miles may come between us and our days may drift apart.  We've got a bond between us that keep us sisters at heart....