Girls Just Want to Have Fun

A friend of mine called me yesterday with a giddy hello.

"Guess what?"

"What?" I asked.

"I'm all signed up for Medicare!"

So, that's how old we are. This same girl is one of the first people I met when I moved into Caroline Hall at St. Mary's College of Maryland. Kit lived next door and will always be remembered for trying to sell me Avon. That was back in August of 1980- we've been friends ever since.

I can't say it was the Avon pitch that solidified our friendship, but we did enjoy strolling around our waterfront campus with a large cup of beer, all while solving what we considered to be the pressing issues of the day.

Since then, Kit and the rest of the SMC gals have been a constant in my life. We've been through all of life's highs and lows. The great thing about hanging out with the college girls is that we all see each other just as we did back in the 1980s.

Eight of us got together over the weekend for a belated holiday gift exchange/slumber party. The evening is always a blast, full of food and laughter. Then there's the morning after having less than optimal sleep and more than recommended amounts of alcohol. Yes, the morning is a little quieter, but even so, we're all still smiling and talking.

I'm so thankful for all my friends, but when it comes to figuring out all the retirement stuff, I'm thankful for my older friends like Kit. Next year, when it's my turn to sign up for Medicare, she'll be one of the first calls I make.