NurseBestFriend (hereby referred to as NBF) told me we were going out on Saturday night.
“Be to my house by six o’clock. Wear something fun. Don’t be late.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.”
So I showed up, 6 o’clock on the dot, dressed “fun,” and ready to party.
“Where are we going, NBF?”
She smiled wickedly. “I thought we’d go to the casino. Foxwoods sound good to you?”
It did indeed.
We climbed into her car, clicking out seatbelts. I nodded after she asked, “Do you have your kit and some juice?” Both of her parents have type 2 diabetes: NBF knows this drill cold. (She also waitressed with me for a number of summers and saw some wild low blood sugars while I was slinging coffee and eggs for the Misquamicut beach-goers. Needless to say, she knows how to take care of me.)
We drove for a while, talking about all the things that had gone on over the past few weeks, what with Baby A being born, some gossip about our friends and family, and the passing of my Grammie. We sang along to horrendous pop music and contemplated precisely what “Fergalicious” actually meant. Arriving at Foxwoods, we circled around trying to find a parking spot.
“Man, it’s packed tonight. There are about a million people here! Maybe there’s a fight or something tonight.”
“I don’t know,” she said, easing the car around the parking garage.
We finally found a space, parked, and listened to our heels clack against the concrete garage floor.
Elevator shot us up to the Casino. The doors parted and we made our way along the window-lined corridor. I noticed a sign advertising a concert near the entrance of the gaming floors.
“Hey, [NBF]! Jewel is playing tonight! That must be why there are so many people here. Damnit, I wish I had known. I would have gotten tickets.”
I love Jewel. NBF and I had been to see her three other times. Everytime Jewel played near us, we scored tickets and went to see her. It was one of Those Things we always did together. I felt like a crumb because I had missed this one.
“No kidding,” NBF replied. “Okay, now we have to hurry because the show starts at nine.”
“We have tickets for the show! You had such a crappy few weeks and you needed some fun and I thought this would be a good surprise. So, Surprise!”
This girl is awesome. Have I mentioned that before?
The Foxwoods theater is set up in such a way that there are no bad seats. And Jewel, per usual, was amazing. She opened with an a capella rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and she never looked back. With a voice that sounded even better live than on her albums and with stories that made the audience laugh, Jewel was phenomenal. Goosebumps.
The show closed and we ventured off, chatting animatedly about the fantastic show, to The Hard Rock. I ordered our first round.
“To Jewel,” she said, raising her bottle to mine.
“To fantastic surprises. Thank you so much. This was so awesome.”
“Make sure you bolus for that beer.”