My besties
It’s amazing how life’s twists and turns can show you exactly who your friends are and who they aren’t.
For example, I can count my bests on one hand, all fingers, no thumbs.
Starting with the oldest of them,
James. James is the most closest friend I have, though now he’s a couple hundred thousand miles away from me, serving with our glorious US Navy in Bahrain, bless his heart. He’s a tall man, 26 years old now, red hair, freckles. Damn sexy. Lol. Back in high school, I used to tease him and say he “looked exactly like that dorky kid in Te Breakfast Club” — because he seriously does. A twin. We’ve been through EVERYTHING together, literally. Even though keeping in touch these past through years has dwindled down to months inbetween, we still know eachothers secrets and dreams. From fiddling together, to forbidden love (those of you who know, know what I’m talking about), to moving across country together (if even for a day), we’ve developed a relationship closer than any brother and sister could imagine.
Tate. It started with a bag of coffee (literally) and grew into something quite extraordinary. In high school, we were inseparable; bouncing through the hallways, filling the school with horrible singing of broadway tunes, bickering like an old married couple (that still goes on), and eventually getting ‘married’ by Elvis (a teacher dressed up) at a makeshift chapel in our Las Vegas themed after prom. From wild parties ranging from just us two, to well over 50 people times two, to sneaking into cemeteries. Yes, the bond we have now extends from Colorado to Chicago. We still bicker like an old married couple, knowing that we’ll continue to get on eachothers nerves for the rest of our lives, but one thing will remain, and that is the ability to not live a happy life without eachother.
Meghan. My beautiful ‘wife’. I’d gladly move across country with her again with no more than $200 in our pocket, jobless, homeless and nieve. Though, as with the others, she’s not in the same state anymore, she’s still one of my bests. She’s the niece of The James mentioned above, so it was hard not to form a bond with her as we hung out most nights, nightly for years. Moving in together was definately a trial, but I could live with her and that right there says a lot! Our inside jokes, and memories can fill novels, and no matter what, Meghan will always be considered family to me.
Jozette. Though we’ve only known eachother for a near three years, this crazy woman has become my absolute best friend still in the same state as me. In three years, Jozette and I have managed to become as good of friends as those friends I’ve mentioned above, if not already tying with James in that likeness. If it wasn’t for Claire’s, we probably would have met at Wystones, honestly, so it was meant to happen one way or another, and things like that just don’t happen for no reason. Jozette is the girl I can count on to cheer me up when nothing else will, and can take my daily bull-shit with ease. The openness between us means that you may hear us bitching at eachother, but for good reason and know that no matter how it ends, we’re still as tight as a mother fucker. Through thick and thin, I know that nothing will tear us apart. As I’ve told before, we could hate eachother’s guts and i’d still be there for her. Through our crazy (and yes, I whole-heartedly mean crazy) times, she’s managed to break through the ‘friend’ barrier and into the family circle. Hell, even mama has sent her on errands! That’s saying something there haha.
There’s other people I could and should mention, like Jake and Katie and Aaron and Safa and Paola…the list could go on and on, but the basis of this blog was to pin-point the friends that know me inside and out. The ones that have been my toast to my bread, and the ones who I can’t tell enough (even if I repeated myself constantly on a daily basis) how much they are appreciated in my life. These people are more than friends, they’re more than family, they’ve become part of me. Something I really couldn’t live without.
<3,
Xoxo!
Once Upon a Wednesday Night
I have so much fun with my friends…though it’s the same thing every weekend, it never gets old. I start my weekend out by getting together with Jozette. Her and I go to this little tea place called Wystone’s and get a fabulous tea, boba’s included. For those of you who don’t know what Boba’s are, I highly suggest trying them. They’re also known as tapioca pearls. They’re like gummi-bears, but not quite. It may take a few times to get used to them but once you do, man is it addicting.
I got a chocolate mint tea with their Chicken Caesar Club wrap with a side salad and their oh-so-yummy cucumber yogurt dressing (it’s like horse radish with a bit of a fruity flavor). Then we split a Lemon toffee cake.
After that, we went and saw Last House on the Left. Good movie. It’s really grotesque, and there’s a rape scene in it, so for those of you who can’t stomach that kind of stuff, rent it so you can fast-forward through it. Otherwise it was a fantastic movie. The beginning seems to be a tad bit slow, but just you wait, action, blood and all that jazz is waiting for you.
Since we have nothing better to do, Jozette and I traveled the 20 steps over to Baker Street Pub where I got us some of their tasty hot chocolate, then sat with Nat (the manager of Wystone) until they closed and laughed constantly. Nat knows us because Jozette and I often visit Wystone’s; nearly daily, but tonight he got to see a bit of our true colors. Don’t know how much he’ll remember in the morning as be was a bit gone, but needless to say, our stomach pain will be the mere memory of the good time we all had.
For those of you who aren’t used to Jozette and I and what we do, we sit around ‘doing lines’ as in movie lines. We’ll have total conversations pertaining to our lives using nothing but funny movie lines as our answers. People around us that hear us do that will often be in hysterics from how we sound. Yes, movie lines are our choice of drug, and we love it. I’m waiting for her to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show (yes my friends, she’s a virgin), just so she can get it when I pull a Line from that movie, or burst into a song from it.
We fancy mostly musicals, Amadeus is used quite openly, and most comedy movies are thrown in at the most random times.
After Baker Street, us girls had to use the restroom and were super excited to find out Nat had to do the same, and had momentarily provided us the use of Wystone’s bathrooms.
We returned home after that, exhausted, but satisfied.
I just got finished watching Wall-E, and I’m figuring to watch RHPS just because a night without that movie putting me to sleep is like a night without a blanket nestled in your arms to suck your thumb with.
So, without further ado, I am going to leave this little Internet world and lull myself into slumber with a Transvestite from Transsexual Transylvania.
<3,
Xoxo!
