It's Misty... Or is it?

I've been experiencing instant friendships quite a bit lately. Who knows, Spring, good fortune or maybe its just due to the fact that, I've been flung open recently. Of course, instant friendship, no time, I've never liked using time as a measure of how good friends you are with someone, I mean, time does allow for a greater mixing of memes, but one quality meme shared in an instant could easily equal all the memes shared with another over a life long friendship. Let me sing you a song.

I'm actually wondering if Misty really existed at all. She showed up in the middle of a desperate night. She had already had an impact on our lives, her arrival [or theoretical arrival] prompting Dylan to make an initial sweep of the dirt burying our lives. Uncle GoGo the aging frat boy and his side kick the never-there SUPER-D. Another pal, Pauly Paul, the big ol' New Yorker, commented that the place looked like a crack den. Having been to a couple crack dens, I'd have to add, a "dirty" crack den. Anyhow, the mere mention that we would be hosting a pretty young friend of a friend we'd never met before, prompted Dylan to clean, and me to cry because he cleaned.

Misty appeared at our door in the middle of the night; I spoke with her more on the phone than in person. We met quickly at the Shredder club, her bonding with my friends over commonalities I barely understand. Dylan stuck by her side, playing the role of the bigger big brother as she lived through her first ever night in this greatest of great places. Being with another new friend, I left her in the hands of my greatest of great friends the next night... she proceeded to scrub the last bits of the dirt left behind from bad times... the next day was peppered with reports on how our fixtures sparkled and or floor shone. Frikin doo-dad-diddly, I didn't even knew we had a floor.

I finally got the chance for a chat with her last night, her last night. We tried to jam 10 years of friendships into an hour, we got quite a ways, but then I had to go down. Exhausted from a great week. I trundled off to bed. I woke up, she was gone as she said she would be. Off to figure things out. Make good choices on whether or not to return and when.

I can say this with absolute certainty. This friend of a friend, a great friend; a person I'd barely heard of until Monday, I can say with certainty, that if she does return, if she really actually exists at all; she'll be returning to an already well established circle of friends. It would appear that the length of time you know some one is also no measure of how good a friend, or of how much sap can be poured out over them as well... don't worry though, I'm not Misty, just happy to have had a cool visit from a cool person, at yet again, the right ol' time.