Ten years ago, I had the incredible luck to land a great job with coworkers who were all cut from whatever cloth I come from. We drove across the wilds of Nebraska together. We knew each other’s favorite breakfast from the Marriott Courtyard buffet. We dyed each other’s hair because there was nothing-and I mean nothing-to do in the remote little town you were trapped in for the week. We suffered through a dinner at Fatty’s restaurant (their claim to fame – deep fried potato salad). So let’s face it; once you’ve seen your coworker in her jammies, you’re pretty much connected for life.
Now we are connected by Google Hangout under the guise of “book club”. People have moved away, moved on, started anew. But every few months, we have a virtual book club meeting to talk about a book that 30% of us read. It’s an excuse to see each other, of course, even if it’s only for an hour and illuminated by the blue glow of the laptop screen. What’s important is that I laugh more in that hour than I do for the whole week, and I get to visit old friends for an hour or two. What’s not to like?
Google Hangout. Streaming ridiculous laughter to my living room since 2012.
(The Goodreads app on the bottom right side shows my recent reads – just in case you were more interested in the book part than the friend-y/wine-y part.)