I have a phone date with my best friend in about 45 minutes.
After writing this post and reuniting, she and I have chatted on the phone, online, and over text at least three times a day.
And, now that I’m a freelancer and she’s an independent artist, we decided to be conceptual office mates. We share ideas, fears, inspirations, and offer the emotional support needed to be successful professionals.
Yesterday, after chatting for at least an hour, we were abruptly disconnected. This is nothing new. Throughout the years as she lived in different cities, our friendship has largely taken place over the phone.
When she lived in Boston (in fact, she’s the one I was preparing to visit in this journal entry), there was an occasion in which we talked for a record-long eight hours. Our only interruption was when one of us had to refill the balance on our calling card (remember those?).
So when we’re disconnected like we were yesterday, we usually don’t reconnect. I set down the phone and wait.
Because I know that if I call her and start another phone call, we’ll go on for another hour…or eight, if we’re able.
I recently apologized to Lou for spending so much time on the phone with her. He said, “Baby, you can have all the time you need to talk to Lisa.”
Thanks, Lou! I’ll take it!