And in the end....

Lilo and I had Pho today. We had spent a good deal of time at the park today, dealing with the horrid mommies. (So many people have told me all my new friends will be the mommies I meet. Yech. Fussy, awful, stick up the bottom ladies. I have NO desire to seek them out. Unless they are covered in ink. And that's only contingent on it being ink I like.) Anyhow the Pho was had on Anaheim St in LB across from McD's on the corner of Redondo, Pho Hong Phat, where Lisa Jacobs had taken me for my first taste of Pho years before.
Pho is heavenly. Especially when I am on THAT time of the month. Make of it what you will, but Vietnamese food is all I crave. So L and I stopped into this tiny, hole in the wall shop, 10 minutes before closing and slurped from soup heaven. L loves the noodles and the atmosphere. I love the fishy soup, the rare steak and the citrus.
Thinking of Lisa, I realize, she's been dead 2 years. She fought cancer for so goddam long. And today is the anniversary of T's sister Polly's death, 3 years ago. Polly didn't fight death, exactly. She danced with it.
I munch long noodles with my long limbed boy, and long for old friends. And connection. I love my old friends. As for making new friends...I'll wait till someone comes along who is interesting and funny and dry. Someone who will come eat Pho with me, with no hesitation.