Lip­stick Jun­gle just fin­ished, and I’m left feel­ing a bit melan­choly. Melan­choly because I miss hav­ing my girl­friends around me; grow­ing up I always had female com­pan­ion­ship, if it wasn’t my mother or aunts, it was my sis­ters, and of course my friends, soror­ity sis­ters etc. It made me yearn for my dear friends. It’s hard mov­ing every so many years because just when you’ve got­ten to the point in a friend­ship where you feel close, it’s time to leave. I’ve yet to estab­lish a really close cir­cle of friends here, you know the kind you can call at any time of day, to just chit chat about noth­ing in par­tic­u­lar. A fact that’s kinda bum­ming me out at the momment…

Luck­ily I do have a few old pals who’ve moved into my gen­eral area — how­ever get­ting together with them on a reg­u­lar basis is hard…

I’m not going to write any more about it, because I fear I might depress you and myself in the process. Instead I think I’ll drop a call to my BFF Mimi, and talk to her about noth­ing spe­cial and if she doesn’t answer (after leav­ing her a long lament on how much I miss her) I’ll go hug my hus­band who although lack­ing in the female com­pan­ion­ship area gives great bear hugs which always makes me feel better.

I also feel like a cock­tail would not be com­pletely unwel­come at the moment. I must remem­ber to keep some liquor in the house.