full moon shine

When I was in college, my friend "Lady E" and I always looked forward to full moons. If it was a full moon we were going out because we knew that something would happen to make the night interesting. That was a time in my life when I was wearing a lot of unnatural fibers. Short black skirts and big chunky heels. And lip gloss. A whole lotta lip gloss. One night we decided to do a drive by our favorite club and saw the current objects of our affections waiting in line. We looked at each other and decided instantly that we would head home and change into our "going out" clothes and return so we could casually bump into them in on the dance floor or at the bar (oh to be twenty again). We did and we returned where we bumped into them. My bump started out good enough when we made plans to hook up later in the dorm where we both lived. I was later stood up when his "girlfriend" (an older woman of twenty-six who did his laundry) showed up and drove him home. (As an aside, this is one of those good looking out God moments because I recently learned the two of them have a young child who was likely conceived on or around that night and just as those synthetic fibers looked good on me then, then is where they should and shall remain and so should he.) Without my friend and those incredible full moon nights, I don't know that I'd think of them so fondly. When the sky is clear and I see the moonlight sparkle on the lake it's hard to feel anything but awe; but sometimes on nights like this I'm thankful for what those full moon nights that weren't quite what I wanted them to be.