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11.29.2007

Your Best Friend.



Do you ever have one of those etiffany type of moments or whatever where you're like totally stoked and grateful for all the cool kids in your life and also thinking like wouldn't it be nice to receive a little blue bag with a beautiful jewel this snowy blustery Christmas Yule? You're a greedy little thing aren't you?! Christmastime is the season for sharing, Veruca Salt! Did any of that just make any sense? We're not so sure.

Well anyho. Not too long ago* we were having this conversation with The Big Guy (he was bein' all James Earl Jonesish on us, like just real boomy and loud- just to set the scene) and we were just like talking about how thankful we are for special peeps in our life:

F: Dude, God....I seriously don't know where the eff I would be without my best friend, man.
G: No shit, dawg. Why do you think I had you the two of you meet?
F: You seriously are the shit, man! No matter what those agnozies say. Seriously though. Pretty sure I owe ya my soul.
G: Haha, just keep it real yo.
F: For sure, for sure. You too, Big Guy. And tell Jesus I said whasssssup.
G: For sure, for sure will do. Peaceout.
F: Peace.

And then we continued thinking about all the great folks in our lives again. Take a moment, and think about your peeps. And tell us your stories! Like, your best friend for example. You joined forces on the playground against all cheatin' four square evildoers. Iceball throwers. Scary Marys and Beastly Barts. The dude that stuffed Play-doh down the air vent and that 'friend' that turned out to be pretty nasty and two-faced afterall. You vehemently stuck up for each other if ever a bad word was spoken about the other. You knew that she hated gum and she knew that you hated popcorn, and that was just how it was.

When The It Boy of Summer Camp in '95 liked her, she told him to go dance with you even though she did in fact, actually like him (and you both cried later over it, equally forlorn and distraught- back at the cabin camp cots with the scratchy army green bedspreads). She did it because she knew your friendship was more important than a boy. You were eleven. Pretty big for a fifth grader.

Once one of your parents told the other parent that 'X really missed Y in high school and it wasn't easy for X with Y not around.' And truly, it wasn't easier to be at different high schools for either of you. You both felt a little empty. And when one dressed in all black for a while at one point, you didn't question her reasoning. Because when you lost your personality for a while (and yet suspiciously sprouted a new one to fit a boyfriend's ideal), she didn't waver. Just waited, and was a little quieter. Distance grew between then, but she still there. Always there.

When she got a lip ring, the first thing you said was 'take it out, you're too pretty' but she knew you supported whatever phase she was going through, and vice versa. She studied her ass off and graduated college in 3 1/2. You were drunk at frat parties for at least 2 of those years. Things weren't always pretty and perfect. And you and your best friend weren't always the best versions of yourself. But regardless, you thank your lucky stars for a real friend like that.

A smart cool friend who laughs, understands, sympathizes, and truly gets you. A friend that is like no other. A friend you dyed your hair in a bucket full of kool-aid with. A friend you wrote and performed together with, from age eight on up. A friend you swore drinking and smoking off with, and then drank and smoked for the first time with. A friend that is the sister you never had, always wanted, and didn't know you needed. But you did, and you do.

And this is why we celebrate our Jude today! Celebrate your best friend too, should you be so lucky, for this is the Unofficial Celebrate Your Best Friend Holiday Day (since 11/29/07 at 10:00 am).

-f

*last night

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well Well Well Frances,

I like this one, because I also have thoughts and convos simular to this. It is wierd when you realize that the people you call best friends have been a crucial part of your life for over 15 years. My best friend is the best and most fabulous person on this planet in my eyes and i seriously cannot imagine my life had we never met at that block party (remember block parties?) back in
'91. We have had the days of slipping and sliding, and the nights shoting and falling. We have had the now and then it seemed so cool and the now it still does just watched it a couple of months ago. We have had 15 years of vulgarity and swear words, break ups and hook ups, tears and fears. It has been real, it has been fun, it has been REAL FUN!!!!
-cheers to H&P
-hales

judithe & francine said...

H & P= START A BLOG.

You two would raise the fuggin' gingerbread roof. Do it. do it. double dog dare ya.

*f

judithe & francine said...

Franny this made me tear uppity-up! Well done, m'deary... My bestie is the best because she'll sip red vines all through the summer nights wit me and will listen to my jabber with no judgements and no poison arrows. I heart her big time and I thank Oprah for THAT each and every day.
*j