After a long day (14 hours not counting travel time) on set Friday (running up and down two double flights of stairs), this weekend was spent recovering from lack of sleep and oncoming exhaustion. Which means the weekend was spent in bed, reading, something I love doing but rarely find the time (or a good enough book) to do.
Saturday, I read Girls in Trucks. Sunday, Firefly Lane.
Taking place in my ever-growing, "I want to move there" region, the Pacific Northwest, Firefly Lane follows the interwoven stories of two best friends over the course of 30-odd years. Beginning in 1974 and ending in the mid-2000's, it chronicles the lifestories of Tully Hart and Kate Mularkey (also known as TullyandKate), two opposite girls who come together in search of someone to open up to. Kate is introverted and a bit of a pushover and tends to follow "Tropical Storm Tully" around. Where Kate is surrounded by love, Tully is afraid of and searching for it; Kate wants a family, Tully fame (at least on the outside). For Kate, happiness comes with leading a "normal" life, for Tully, it's success. The book follows these two women as they face marriage, children (I'm definitely not being a stay-at-home mom after this, if I even have kids), careers, fame, and cancer, but their friendship is at the core (along with a great soundtrack).
The relationship between two women is unlike any other relationship... especially that of best friends. They are the one you need when you face another year of singledom, they're the ones standing next to you and holding your dress when you pee at your wedding. You get into a million fights with your best friend, especially one with an opposite yet equally strong personality, but they're usually easily reconciled. A best friend is the one you call at 3:00 in the morning (6:00 their time) because a boy just broke up with you. Or the one to whom you send picture messages of your outfits before every date or party because they will be brutally honest with you when they tell you that outfit you think is fashion-forward is, in fact, completely wrong.
I am lucky in that I have a best friend who is all of these. She will answer the phone no matter the hour, just to hear me angst over yet another boy whose name tends to blur. She puts up with my rambling and excessive talking, my stubbornness and my tireless optimism. She is always ready to dispense wisdom and advice out of her vending machine of services, and is always ready to lend an ear. For all of this, I am grateful. I just hope I'm as good a friend to her as she is to me, and that, in 30 years, we're still as close as TullyandKate.
Oh, and for the record... Kate's husband, Johnny sounds hot and after the way he treats Kate, I want to marry him too. "The man standing in front of her was gorgeous - unruly black hair, electric-blue eyes, shadowy stubble of a beard."... "His long black hair was thick and feathered back, with the barest hint of curl at the ends." Wow. Taken out of context, this sounds like a romance novel... oh, "chick lit".
I kind of picture CJ Thomason... That, or Taylor Kitsch
I was not aware I was a vending machine of services. ha ha. from now on I will describe myself as thus.
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