A Happy Coincidence

It’s been a busy summer. One that normally would have included a trip to Davenport, Iowa to a something-something-something year class reunion and a visit with my dear, dear, dear friend Carol who I’ve known since ninth grade. But life interfered and neither of us went.  

However, I was really looking forward to a trip to St. Louis to visit a sorority sister who I’ve also known for a very long time and love to pieces. Dianne is an organizer of events and has put together reunions for fifty or more sorority sisters several times. People travel from all over to attend. This time Dianne asked me if I’d like to get together with some of our other sorority sisters who live in the St. Louis area. Of course I said, “yes, please!”  

Then I was talking to Carol. We were about to hang up and I mentioned that I was going to St. Louis and would see some of our sorority sisters one evening. (Yes, we went to college together and joined the same sorority and were in each other’s weddings). Carol paused and said, “When are you going?” It turned out that she was flying with two other sorority sisters from Florida to St. Louis the same day I was arriving. So we ended up being in the same town, at the same time, for very different reasons. There was much virtual happy dancing.  

My husband and I arrived in St. Louis on Tuesday. Dianne and her husband whisked us off to a restaurant that had pork tenderloin sandwiches which are very much an Iowa thing—not a St. Louis thing. Dianne had done an internet search to find a restaurant that served them. You pound a piece of pork until it’s thin, bread it, fry it, and voila, it’s a delicious sandwich.   Dianne also knows I love toasted raviolis which are very much a St. Louis thing and the restaurant had them too. Dianne made a gooey butter cake too. Heaven!  

Then in the late afternoon we headed off to the bar and restaurant for the meet up. There were fifteen of us with assorted husbands. We talked and laughed and reminisced and caught up and had a few drinks. Our three hours together went by way to fast, but it filled my soul. I’m so blessed to have these women in my life that even if we haven’t seen each other in a few years, we pick up right where we left off.        

 

Me with two of my beautiful pledge daughters. Carol and I with Donna. Donna is one of the women who made us want to join Delta Zeta.