Happy 30th, Staci and Nicole
posted at 12:36 am
on Aug. 24, 2007
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Last week, my younger twin sisters turned 30.
This is a fairly amazing state of affairs. It means that they’ve had 1,500 Saturday nights, and 1,500 Sunday mornings. It means they’ve been driving for about half as long as they’ve been talking.
It means they’re officially and incontrovertibly grown up. (I shall leave the issue of what that means about me for another post.)
Staci and I aren’t on speaking terms, and have been that way for several years. I honestly don’t know what would happen if I called her; I do wonder about it every week or two.
I called Nicole and wished her happy birthday. A friend of her had ignored her original birthday wish (make 30 disappear!) and had organized a nice get together that she was obviously enjoying. She’s like me in that respect—she doesn’t want people to make a big deal about her birthday but it seems that one of her friends did, and that actually was a good thing. I’m the same way. If friends throw me a party I’m just fine with it, but if it involves getting a whole restaurant to sing to me—that’s not so good.
I didn’t talk to her for too long, but it was really good to hear her voice. She sounded, and I know this is cliché, grounded and healthy and coming into her own. I was on my cell and so was she. I was driving to the BBQ of a friend in Vancouver, and I felt more than a little sad that I was at the wrong birthday party that night, mingling mostly with complete strangers—lovely though the BBQ was. I think I’ll call Nicole again soon. It’s been far too long, and though we’re not not speaking, we’re not doing a very good job of speaking, either. I miss her, and I should do something about that.
Meanwhile, my youngest sister is enjoying a really long, really wonderful trip to Fiji. And Susie’s out of town until well into Sept. So basically, I’m on my own, and that, too, is the subject of another post.
