And C was there to meet me and it's like no time has passed. And then we went to our mutual friend's condo ... and the key didn't work. I said I'm totally fine sleeping on C and J's couch (prefer it, really), but then I got the real story about people staying with them with three untrained dogs. Oh. Before I could stop him, he was on the phone with a friend of theirs who said of course I can stay with them and the guestroom is already set up.
A friend of theirs, not a friend of mine. We knew each other through law school because of J, but we were never friends. I found her abrasive, narcissistic. I never really spoke ill of her, I hope, and I didn't harbor her any ill will. I just didn't really like her, and would deliberately avoid interacting with her.
Then law school was over and I'd visit C and J and there was forced social interaction with this friend of theirs, and I started to see a different side of her. I don't dislike her now, but I wouldn't call us friends. She's not even in my phone.
But they have a great house in a great neighborhood, and she just said I can stay here the whole two weeks I'm in town, if I want. Her boyfriend is less convinced that this is a good idea, but I can never get a read on him. She basically dictates everything to him, and he complies. This seems to work well for them.
I am continuously amazed with the abundance in my life, of how people really step up.