Friends come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
I’m blessed to have found all of the above. Yes, even the seasonal friends. Sure, they didn’t have some BIG part of me becoming me, but I sure enjoyed the ride.
For Day 13 of the 25 Songs in 25 Days, we’re asked to share a song that reminds us of a former friend.
With my chosen song, I think of many former friends all at once. Back when my parents owned a bar and I was an Irish princess. Everyone’s your friend when you own the bar. It’s when you stop owning the bar that you discover your true friends. The lifetime friends. And even the reason friends. The rest were just there for a season. And that’s okay.
When I was a little girl, dancing around the bar after my daddy’s softball games, playing with the other kids, we’d listen to the old-school jukebox and rock out to the 80’s music we loved. Of course, we weren’t the only ones plugging money into the machine (money we got from nice bar patrons who would hand us dollars to play whatever we wanted). And more often that I would have liked at the ripe old age of 8, Garth Brooks would croon about his friends in low places. And you know what?
He was right.
I may have hated that song when I was 8, but by the time I was an adult, consuming my own legal beverages at the bar, I was singing along to the tune with the best of them. I had friends in low places, where the whiskey drowned and the beer chased my blues away…From Peoria to Lombard I had friends at bars across the state. And that was my world for a spell. An intoxicated, swaying world. But it was fun. And I still have some of those friends. But not all. And such is life.
You don’t has to call me darlin, darlin….I hated that song but sang along with the gang too. One time they put 5 bucks worth of country music on the juke box to annoy me. It worked. I also advised them if they did it again, I would remove every country song from the juke box. It never happened again. Kinda miss the seasonal friends, but we have great memories.
Oh Mom. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this story. But I love you all the same. XOXOX
I’m not a country girl AT ALL but I admit to loving this song.
Ditto. I mean…how can you not? Right?
Great memories. Great song.
Thanks! I aim to please. 🙂
Well, well done then.
Maybe now you can become a karaoke babe. You could drag Brian along if he’s willing. A song that comes to mind is “It’s hard to kiss the lips at night that chew you ass all day long” 🙂
Ha! Actually, I USED to be a karaoke babe. And Brian hated tagging along LOL. I think he’s only seen me karaoke once.