Last night, I hosted the annual Christmas get-together of the “Keg Girls”. This group of women are three of my dearest friends. One – Mama Joan – was my supervisor in another lifetime and morphed into a second mom and bestest friend. The second – Ironwoman Judy – is my one of my oldest friends, my mentor and my confidant. It is to her I owe my career and my Ironman Triathlon obsession and completion (see here). The third – Carol – worked alongside us in the heyday of the RX days (read: daze?!) and remains a true friend to this day. I am blessed to have such great friends!
The Keg Girls have been meeting without fail every month for going on 20-some years. Actually I hosted last year’s event as well… details here.
Their name is a homage to the Keg Restaurant where they invariably meet (the exception being the Christmas get-together and the summer bbq) for nachos and chardonnay.
The tradition continued last night. We chowed down on great nachos with homemade salsa and drank far, far, far too much chardonnay. So much so, that I must admit work today was … um, unpleasant.
Keg night coincided this year with G’s annual staff Holiday Party so I missed that swank event this year.
1) l-r: Carol; moi, Mama Joan and Ironwoman Joan; picture courtesy of G … great photo!
Anne, my friend, you shall be so very sorrily missed by all of us. We promise to meet next year as always and shall toast you, your friendship, your memory and your spirit. May you rest in peace.
It remains so strange that God grants us love, yet someone to love, he but lends us.