Last weekend was a BFF extravaganza. My husband went away to Montauk for his brother’s bachelor party, so I stayed at home in Brooklyn and had a little party of my own with my friend Reagan. There is something about my friendship with Reagan that makes both of us revert back to grade school giggling, where we laugh until we can’t breathe at just about nothing. Do you have any friends like that? You know, the kind that make you laugh so hard you pee? Reagan is that friend for me. We’ve been friends for a long time, and have been with each other through some pretty tough stuff, but we’ve always managed to laugh and that’s what I love most about our friendship. Laughter is what makes our relationship so special.
When I was young my grandma used to tell me stories about her friend, who was nicknamed Babe, and all of the shenanigans that the two of them got into. I loved those stories, and I could always picture Babe and what she must have looked like, with her strawberry blond hair in banana curls and red lipstick. Usually the stories all had a similar theme with Babe being the more adventurous one, and my Grandma, whose name was also Sarah, following her lead and getting into trouble. I’m not sure if my Grandma had a nickname, too, if she did, she never told me. Sometimes I like to imagine that she did, and what it might have been. About a year ago, I told Reagan the story about my grandma and her friend Babe, and she decided we needed ‘old lady nicknames,’ too, for when we tell stories someday. Thus, the nicknames Dolly and Bunny were coined.
This past weekend was filled plenty of Dolly and Bunny stories and tons of hilarious antics. What if I told you we saw a psychic, took in an awesome Off-Broadway show, visited Reagan’s daughter named Piper Jane, and sang Kumbaya with Woody Harrelson? Would you believe me? And yes, that last one is true.
Our weekend was quite eventful. On Saturday, we saw an Off-Broadway show in Soho. Reagan’s friend Jen is a really talented lighting designer for numerous Broadway shows, and highly recommended a musical she recently worked on called Triassic Parq. It’s a hilarious parody about Jurassic Park from the dinosaurs points of view, and I’ve got to tell you, I felt truly inspired by the fine arts after seeing it.
Reagan and I have talked about going to a psychic forever, but the timing has never been right. After seeing Triassic Parq, we walked out of the theater and were just about to hail a taxi cab, when some crazy gypsy lady called out to us from her little shop. We kept on walking until we both took one look at each other and said, “Should we go back and do it?” We said, “What the hey,” and turned around and went for it.
A weekend with Reagan wouldn’t have been complete without a visit to Blythedale to see her sweet daughter, Miss Piper Jane.
So, why were Reagan and I hanging with Woody Harrelson? Reagan’s friend Jen, the lighting designer, is working on a new play with him and she invited us to join the rest of the crew for a bite to eat after a rehearsal. Woody was really nice, and as I mentioned before, we really did sing Kumbaya with him. Yes, it was random, and I have no idea how or why that happened…but it did.
Last weekend is sure to go down in Dolly and Bunny history. Just like my grandma’s friend Babe who was always getting her into mischief, Reagan certainly gets me into some monkey business, but I don’t mind. It gives me plenty of material for many ‘old lady stories’ to tell in the future.
I used to wonder if I would ever have a friend like my grandma’s friend Babe. I think life has a funny way of bringing people into your life that bring out something different in you that no one else does. Maybe Reagan brings out my goofy side. Maybe Babe brought out the silliness in my Grandma, and that’s why she had such fond memories about her. All I know, is that I’m sure happy that I have a true friend, a Bunny, and that we laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.
Photos by Broadway.com and moi.