About 15 years ago, I met D in a writing workshop. We were working so hard at learning to tell stories on the page and to discuss each others' stories in a respectful and insightful way that would help us grow as writers. I liked her right away. I liked what she wrote, and I liked her comments on my work as well as on the work of the others in the workshop. I felt like I knew her already, which we sometimes feel about people who are destined to become friends. Anyway, I told her that I would like to be her friend, and we did become friends, and our families got to know each other quite well, and we have celebrated many events and holidays together over the years. We have also read a lot of each others' work, as we were in a writing group together for many years. I would say that one of the identities we share is a literary identity.
We both have many other identities. Just to mention a few, we are both mothers and sisters and Jews and Oak Parkers; we are daughters; she is a teacher; I am an editor; I am a wife, and and she was too until recently. And then in addition to all these, we also share an identity of being writers.
The point of all this is that if 15 years ago, when we were sitting in that first writing workshop, thinking about words and stories, and how much we loved them, if some imp had come and whispered in my ear that 15 years from then, I would be going to a Super Bowl party at her house, I would have been incredulous but I would also have thought that this was such a ridiculous thing to say that I might not even wanted to waste any energy being incredulous.
But things evolve and reconfigure. I have no understanding of the game of football. I am not, therefore, a football fan. For a number of reasons that I might go into in a different post, I have come to appreciate the physicality of it, and I also find some of the shots of the players' faces . . . eloquent. A story of sorts occurs on those fields, and although I don't understand it entirely--not nearly as much as I understand, say, M. Proust up there at the top of the post--in a few minutes, I am going over to D's for a Super Bowl party. Life dishes up many surprises. Does it not?