War Buddies
photo by muscl_mc
You do not want to see the “after” shot.
It’s not like I’ve actually fought in a war. That’s a good thing for both me and America. Still, I have war buddies: The girls who were in the trenches with me during the semi-insane years at my first job.
When we get together and reminisce about our old days fighting the Germans at work it’s like life rewinds and the year that bridges the time since we last saw one another disappears. I like friends like that, don’t you?
The reason I bring these ladies up isn’t because I’m sitting home along crying over missing them. (That was soo last month.) Nope, it’s because they’ve driven down from Philly for the weekend. (All but my friend Joy, who’s wading in a pile of work and couldn’t make it. We’ll raise a glass to her in the sort of way that doesn’t imply she’s dead; just busy.)
All this means there will be lots of laughing, screaming (the good, friendly kind), storytelling, and wine going on in apartment 1D. (No, that’s not my real apartment number. But it’s way, way cooler than the real thing.) If you’re my neighbor, sorry. If you’re my neighbor whose cigarette smoke fills my place nightly—I’ll shout extra loud for you.
While I’m gone from the blog, imagine me and the girls touring D.C. and hiking random trails in the area. Of course we’ll be doing none of those things because when you come to visit me you do what I do: Sit around and wish your body wasn’t broken. But I persuade you with chocolate to not really care too much.
Oh, and before I go, you should know that The Man is one of the best photographers I know. He specializes in turning normal humans into half-dead freaks all with the click of a button. Exhibit A:
In real life I do have the lower portion of my eyelids. And eyelashes. But with The Man’s magical photographic talent I can finally look like the eyelidless freak I’ve always aspired to be.
To answer your question: Yes, he does weddings.
I almost forgot! Today is your last day to enter my second Totally Awesome Beauty Package Contest, so head here.
Have a good weekend!
Speaking of old war buddies, tell me a work horror story. I love laughing at other people’s misery. Just kidding.
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Have a great time!
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Waaaaaaahhhhh!!!!! I miss you guys. Remind me later that I don’t have to jump on every freelance project that floats my way when I also have a full time job. This sucks. OK back to the editing grindstone.
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oh this sounds so great! enjoy tracey!
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I won’t lie. I didn’t quite understand this post.
But, uh, have a good weekend I guess? I’ll go back and read more carefully.
Wei-Wei
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Tracey Reply:
August 6th, 2010 at 11:57 am
Ha ha. I call my old co-workers war buddies because they were in the “trenches” with me at an old job. It was the kind of experience where only the friends who were there get the absurdities that were that place. Kind of how soldiers feel about war.
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So, I want to be your buddy. And hang out with you too.
Not fair.
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I laughed out loud when you wrote that he does weddings. And to think, we could have had him do our family photo!
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Ha, ha. Yeah, my hubby’s photo skills are just as good. Hmmm, a work horror story… I’m definitely thinking about the time I went for the job interview and realized that I smelled like tuna from lunch. So embarrassing. Not sure why they still hired me.
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that was funny…! enjoy yourself..sounds fun
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I hope you gals had fun! Friends and wine…what more does a weekend need?!
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My husband is as good of a photographer as your man!
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That is the best pic EVAH. I love it. And I love that you posted it! I also love that army pic at the top – mostly how he’s holding his hands in fighting stance whilst doing a totally compromising position. Anyhow – hope you had a great weekend with the girls!
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