• Learning to Eat, Drink and Bee Merry

    by Theresa Reichman

    When I was little, my sister — six years my senior — loved the song “No Rain” by Blind Melon. In the music video, a chubby little girl with black framed glasses and freckled cheeks is dressed up like a bumble bee and runs around tap-dancing for people who obviously aren’t quite sure what to make of her.

    In the end, she stumbles upon a gate in an open field. She pushes open the gate and unveils a field full of other people dressed like bees and she runs to join their dancing. I was probably only 6 or 7 at the time and I didn’t understand why the video was great. I just knew that it was.

    In my life I’ve had a lot of setbacks in the friend department. It started as early as preschool when my parents chose to hold me back an extra year. I watched as the friends I made marched on and a new herd of kids became my peers. After that, I managed to estrange myself from friends a number of ways… two school changes, a bout with radical evangelicalism, the way I dived headfirst into marriage before my friends even had their bags packed for college, then into parenthood, and again when I changed my Christian ways.

    And that doesn’t even touch upon all of my personality quirks, which — trust me — are bountiful. When you’re in third grade and try to relate to your classmates by striking up a conversation about the Beatlefest you just attended that weekend, you’re bound to be sorely disappointed. I would know.

    I have made a lot of friendships and broke them just as swiftly. I never quite settled.

    Nearly two years ago, I was at a bar with my sister-in-law when my eyes landed upon a familiar face: an (ironic) mutual acquaintance of both my husband and I, Charlie. Memories, laughs and numbers were exchanged, and just a few weeks later there was the first of many invitations.

    Not only am I convinced that Charlie’s fiancé is my soul buddy (that’s right — soul buddy) but the two of them have introduced us (or in some cases re-introduced us) to some of the most incredible people I’ve ever known.

    The first night we all gathered together, a gaggle of bodies poured into Charlie’s solarium. The boys smoked cigars and the girls slung arms around each other with glasses of wine in hand and we all roared an animated rendition of Billy Joel’s “The Piano Man.”

    And the merriment hasn’t stopped since. Literally. We have — what we’ve come to call — “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry” nights quite frequently, when we kick off by cooking extravagant meals together. Filet mignon, Snow Crab legs, artichokes dripping with butter, honey glazed salmon and other mouth-watering delicacies. We share in our gluttonous delight. We pretend to be wine connoisseurs. And then, the real magic happens… We put on our proverbial tap shoes and bee costumes and we all dance.

    I’ve flung open that gate, and I’ve finally found my bee people. Let’s get our groove on. Sans the field filled with wild flowers… or maybe not.

    • If you can’t have fun, there’s no point doing it!

        • Theresa

        • April 25, 2011 at 6:48 am
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        Exactly! “Tell me, what is it that you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Answer: Have FUN. 🙂

    • Theresa, keep on buzzing. It suits you and your old/new friends. Friendships ebb and flow and I am so glad you are in your flowing stage. Great story this holiday morning.

        • Theresa

        • April 25, 2011 at 6:51 am
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        Thanks Madge! 🙂 I totally know what you mean about the ebb and flow. I think part of what makes these friendships so sweet is that we all are sort of spread out and it’s rare that everyone’s schedules work and we can all meet the same place at once. It’s always a treat when it works out 🙂

      • Pappap

      • April 24, 2011 at 7:39 pm
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      Some day I must see that Bee Dance, In costume of course!! And whatever happened to Long Island Ice Tea?? Love you

        • Theresa

        • April 25, 2011 at 6:52 am
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        Haha! I’ll do my best to get some video for you 😉 And as for the Long Islands… It’s my beverage of choice whenever I’m out at a bar, but on the home front, wine it is! 🙂

    • I’m with Pappap. Take your video camera next time.

        • Theresa

        • April 25, 2011 at 6:56 am
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        I’ll do my best 😉 There actually ARE some videos in existence… But not ones that I necessarily wish to publicly exploit! If you’re REALLY curious… You can go to youtube.com and search “The Whitest Chicks You Know”. First video. It’s pretty epic(ally humiliating) but also a little bit hysterical…

      • Joe

      • April 25, 2011 at 12:52 pm
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      I’ve seen the videos! Love the buzzin’ !!!

      All I can say… 😀

      (First Santa Monica and now this!)

        • Theresa

        • April 26, 2011 at 6:18 am
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        What can I say? Great minds think alike 😉

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