We broke up over bacon.
I know that sounds ridiculous.
BECAUSE IT IS RIDICULOUS.
She told me she could no longer be my friend because her sister let me take bacon right from the pan during her preparing of Sunday breakfast.
Apparently, that meant that her sister liked me better than her own flesh and blood.
Ten years of thick and thin and it comes down to Farmer John’s maple dipped thick cut bacon.
On a Sunday.
In San Diego.
And, she drove us there.
How am I supposed to get home? No Ubers then. Cab to L.A. …waaaayyyy to much dinero.
Her sister offers to drive me.
Holy Shit! She’s right! Her sister does like me better.
Hahhahaaaaa…just jaggin’ (that’s Pittsburghese for kidding around).
I miss Nora.
I thought we were two peas in a pod.
But apparently, our pod had a third, unwelcomed pea.
We had fun together.
And, even managed to escape a kidnapping in Mexico together.
You would think that would solidify our friendship forever.
At least that’s what the psychology books say.
But they also say that blood is thicker than water.
I’m the water.
She was a fiery, Irish Catholic, red headed, controlling, petite, stubborn little bitch…and I admired the heck out of her fearless attack on life.
She even helped me get my first job teaching English to Iranian and Armenian Refugees at night so I could still pursue my acting career by day.
Uh oh. Guess I’m losing my side gig too.
Yep. I did.
How could she do that?
Over bacon?
I don’t know.
She just cut me out of her life.
I miss her.
As ridiculous and painful as it was.
It hurt then.
Now, it’s funny.
And sad.
I wonder how she is…
Nora.
— Trish
I know that sounds ridiculous.
BECAUSE IT IS RIDICULOUS.
She told me she could no longer be my friend because her sister let me take bacon right from the pan during her preparing of Sunday breakfast.
Apparently, that meant that her sister liked me better than her own flesh and blood.
Ten years of thick and thin and it comes down to Farmer John’s maple dipped thick cut bacon.
On a Sunday.
In San Diego.
And, she drove us there.
How am I supposed to get home? No Ubers then. Cab to L.A. …waaaayyyy to much dinero.
Her sister offers to drive me.
Holy Shit! She’s right! Her sister does like me better.
Hahhahaaaaa…just jaggin’ (that’s Pittsburghese for kidding around).
I miss Nora.
I thought we were two peas in a pod.
But apparently, our pod had a third, unwelcomed pea.
We had fun together.
And, even managed to escape a kidnapping in Mexico together.
You would think that would solidify our friendship forever.
At least that’s what the psychology books say.
But they also say that blood is thicker than water.
I’m the water.
She was a fiery, Irish Catholic, red headed, controlling, petite, stubborn little bitch…and I admired the heck out of her fearless attack on life.
She even helped me get my first job teaching English to Iranian and Armenian Refugees at night so I could still pursue my acting career by day.
Uh oh. Guess I’m losing my side gig too.
Yep. I did.
How could she do that?
Over bacon?
I don’t know.
She just cut me out of her life.
I miss her.
As ridiculous and painful as it was.
It hurt then.
Now, it’s funny.
And sad.
I wonder how she is…
Nora.
— Trish
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