Dear The Internet,
You're a giver, you are. Give, give, give. You give answers. You give clothes. You give pictures. You give words. You give phone numbers. You give opportunities. You give addresses. You give directions. You give upgrades. You give inspiration.
And you give friends.
Tangible ones.
Twas March 28, 2008, that you gave me a gift that I didn't know I'd so appreciate a year and a half later. You gave me that Rabid friend. She stumbled upon the space you've given me and left a howdy. We did the commenting thing. We did the emailing thing. We met in person. We emailed. She called.
And then she came to visit.
She bought a plane ticket and came to Sparks for the weekend.
Seriously. She did.
Without you The Internet, I'd not have had the weekend I just did, for I'd not have met the girl you gave me. I'd not have enjoyed the sound of her words instead of just their cadence when read. I'd not have spent the last few days being taught, entertained, and so well understood. I'd not have laughed so hard. I'd not have actually cooked (scary, I know--The Husband agrees with you). I'd not have felt overwhelmed by her largess in boarding a flight and giving me her time. I'd not have just returned home from the airport where we said, I'll be in touch.
Turns out women need women friends. And this one is the cream of the crop. The crème de la crème, I dare say. What did I ever give you, The Internet, to merit such a treat?
Thank you for being a place for me to meet someone online so that we could come face-to-face and make fun of people who meet online.
'Cause they're such losers.
With pleasant regards,
Megan Romo
4 comments:
For some real kicks you should take Rabid on her next visit to the Little Nugget in downtown Reno and watch her eat an Awful Awful. It is a giant hamburger. Back in my meat eating days I got one bite in and was done. Weak? Very.
Is "largess" similar to a "largass?" Just curious. An Awful Awful sounds rather inviting. Maybe I'll have to come back. Sounds like I might be invited back if I behave myself.
God bless the Internet.
i think you guys should have t-shirts made and make this weekend an annual event (at the very least).
something like: Rabidrunner Romo Ruckus 2009. You know, kind of like Roundball Ruckus without the basketball.
Or, if you need more alliteration: Rabidrunner Romo Raucous Ruckus 2009
I'm still waiting for Rabidreader shirts...
I am glad you have come to know and love Rabid as much as we do around here. She is better than she will ever admit to.
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