Every time I think of my tender hearted and dear friend, Michele, The Beatles song enters my quirky brain, “Michele, ma belle, these are words that go together well, my Michele.” In fact I often associate people with songs, or maybe the other way around, but either way she is my spirit sister. We met years ago at American Express when we were both working corporate America. Not that there is anything wrong in that. We are both just done with that phase of our life now. She’s blessed with two beautiful boys and has blessed me with a Godson that I often gush about.
After going to bed yesterday feeling kind of crummy, my Michele text me and as shown below, this is exactly why I love her. Tonight we are going to have a candle lit dinner à la rooftop, makeup free, laughing above the beautiful desert and cityscape of Downtown Phoenix. We may even cry a tad because that’s what we do and then we’ll laugh a little more. But all in all, thank you, my Michele. You don’t know how much you impact my world.
Here’s our loony conversation, telling her to show the lady at the Vietnamese restaurant my picture because she knows me and will therefore automatically know what we want. Brilliant if I do say so myself. We’re like Miranda in Sex & the City, except with Pho. Always a laugh, with my Michele.
PS- Don’t bitch at me bc I know The Beatles version of My Michelle is with two ll’s but MY Michle is only one. So there.
Bon appétit and cheers,