I just got through chatting with two of my favorite friends -- Twinkie and Skippy. They make me laugh so hard, I have to pee. I have so many wonderful memories of our fun times; meeting for lunch and sharing the three-dip platter; or the nights we would drag Skippy out to the redneck bar -- even though he does not drink.

I had a surprise call today from Stasko, another long-time friend. Somehow life just got in the way and it's been years since we have talked. I met Stasko at my first post-college job. We had so much fun at the "The Museum" I am surprised we ever got anything done.

Everyone had a role to play in our little "work click." Sarah was the mother of the group, the one who made sure we followed all the rules and wore our sunscreen. "Shurl" was the crazy aunt who was always found something fun for us to do and you never knew what she would say next. Waldo was the desperate little brother who got on your nerves but you couldn’t help loving him any way. Stasko and I were the wild children, the free spirits always looking for entertainment. We could be the life of the party one minute and full of drama the next. In fact, Stasko was with me the first night I ventured into a redneck karaoke bar.

That night we were celebrating her birthday and we started the night drinking Margaritas. After diner and drinks (yes we were a little tipsy) we went to see "My Best Friend's Wedding" and I have never laughed so hard. Our other friend, Sarah, kept telling us to be quiet. The more she complained the harder we laughed. Finally Sarah got so mad she got up and moved to the other side of the theatre. I still crack up when I see the Crab Shack scene when they sing "I Say a Little Prayer for You" because it reminds me of that great night. After the movie Sarah had had enough of us so she went home and Laura and I met up with my old high-school boyfriend at the notorious Kat's & Cards.

It's funny how often I have thought about Stasko; even though we had lost touch. We shared so many adventures and so many things remind me of her. I was at the end of a very bad marriage and Stasko taught me that I could live it up and have fun. From road trips to Turfway to the infamous weekend at the lake, mid-day trecks around the Downs, the Gala with the gay boys, downtown "dance" clubs in the red-light district, betting on darts at the Mag Bar on New Year's Eve and buying pretty pink lipstick for "Shurl's" birthday; even simple events could turn into full fledge adventures when Stasko and I were together.

On my 40th birthday H3 took me to a local Hibachi Grill. When the waiter walked up to introduce himself, all I could think about was Stasko's going away party at Jillian's. It was another memorable night when we convinced our waiter – Dennyhana – to hang Stasko's bra from the overhead air vent.

I love the way that thinking about old friends makes me smile.