It's been said that a good friend will bail you out of jail,
while a best friend would be sitting next to you saying, "Damn, that was fun!"
To this I'd like to add:
A true friend helps you move.
Curse my friendliness...I've too many friends! Damn you, U Haul and your do it yourself moving shtick!
*Inspired by MJ's comment, this has been edited at 11:13 p.m. to add:
I had dinner over at a friend's tonight. I always try to attend her dinners because she's a great cook (and I'm never one to turn down a free meal). I should've realized something was up when she didn't try to set me up with one of her friends like she usually does when we have dinner together. The last one was a newly divorced teacher who needed to ease back into the dating scene. She was fun, and she's moved on, more confident and happier (we parted on very good terms).
Full of delicious steaks and delirious from sweet, sweet wine, my friend asked me if I would help her move. She was holding a bowl of warm peach cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream in front of my face, my favorite dessert. And before my brain could react, my mouth said yes.
She lives on the third floor...and there are NO ELEVATORS in her building! I guess there's no such thing as a free meal.