Five of my best friends – Jennifer, Susan, Alka, Anne, and
Shelley – had the audacity to hold a girls’ night out even though I’m in China. The
occasion was the D.C. arrival of Alka from Delhi,
one of the Asia members of our far-flung gang.
(I’m the other one.)
In any event, I logged onto Skype to call my mother, and
there was a little green light on Jen’s account, and there they were, sitting
around a table at Guapo’s, drinking margaritas, and all talking at once. And
there I was sitting in my Beijing
apartment in sweatshirt and sweatpants, with mussy hair and feeling as much a
part of the group as ever.
They passed Jennifer’s iPhone around the table and we all
talked about all sorts of things. I watched them sipping their drinks, tallying
up the bill, and laughing.
Coffee is no substitute for tequila and being there in
person is no substitute for a Skype chat, but it was certainly better than
nothing at all. Real time contact, evening or morning or both, makes being on
the other side of the globe in some ways not nearly as remote.
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