The Spice Girls said it best..."Goodbye, my friend"

Today we packed up "Wiggy" and moved her to her new home in a new town. She got a big promotion a couple of months ago and finally made her move. While the promotion is much-deserved and we're all happy for her, it's definitely bittersweet. As we packed boxes marked "lace-front wigs," "underwear," and "sex toys" into the U-Haul, I recalled the last time we helped her move, which was only a few months ago when she escaped living in the duplex from hell and next door Jesus freaks.

Oh, "Wiggy," life here just won't be the same without her! While she is only about an hour away, it's not going to be so easy to just meet up for after work cocktails or hit the mall so she can try on House of Dereon outfits that should never have been made in plus sizes.

On "Wiggy's" last night in town, we hit the Sex and the City 2 pre-party and premier. It was fabulous. The film is, by no means, a cinematic masterpiece but we didn't care! My group of four gal pals got caught up with our four favorite fictitious gal pals and cocktails were involved.

What an appropriate way to end "Wiggy's" time here. I mean, she's most definitely the Samantha of our group, but more than that, it got me thinking about how important friendships are, especially for single women in their 30s. Let's face it, by our age mostly everyone else has paired up and procreated. Each year our numbers dwindle as friends are picked off one by one and venture into marriage and motherhood. Those of us left behind form close friendships because in our urban jungles we're all one another has. We love our lives and wouldn't trade them for the world, but it's important to have friends around who relate to what it's like to be single...and, of course, who are free to go out and shop, drink or hit a movie with you at any time!

This certainly won't be the end of my friendship with "Wiggy" but in many ways it's an end of an era.

By the way, for those who were wondering, we found no evidence that a mouse had ever inhabited "Wiggy's" home after we packed her up today. Confirming what I eventually came to believe...that the "slut mouse" and a bottle cap were one and the same!