“As we go on, we remember, all the times we, had together”…. (Vitamin C, Graduation)
But seriously though, “will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?” I used to LOVE that song and in 2003 (year i graduated middle school) & 2007 (year I graduated high school) I probably played it 85,000 times, because it spoke to my soul.
“Will these memories fade when I leave this town?” They could’ve but didn’t… Because I have the best of friends and we worked at keeping them alive!
I’ve been friends with the same bad ass, beautiful and smart 2 ladies since 1994 – do the math, that’s 22 years of friendship. That is friendship that has survived the trials and tribulations of elementary, middle and high school bullshit, 4 years of separate colleges and then adulthood that has us spread out across the country. But yet some how we’ve remained as thick as thieves and still pick up where we left off every time we get together. Traveling the country to spend time together!
We can go days without talking and months without seeing each other and it doesn’t matter because “we remember, all the times we had together.” My friendship with these incredible ladies has grown into something I couldn’t ever have dreamed of and am so grateful to have them in my life.
I also love how as we grow up we have so many exciting milestones to celebrate, all of which we’ve done together whether together physically or there in spirit.
As we go on
All the times we
And as our lives change
We will still be
This past weekend, I dragged my “old” ass self out of hibernation and non-married, married life to have a night out on the town… and by the town, I mean the Big Apple itself. Now if you know me at all, you know I HATE New York City with a greatest of passions. I love the idea of the glamour and sexiness of the city, but when actually in said city, I’d rather be stuck in the car for 10 hours with out a bathroom break and 10 bottles of water…
The occasion that brought my lame ass out was the Grad School Graduation of my OG BFF A who is brilliant, beautiful, can plan a kick ass party and ALWAYS has the best purses… It takes a VERY special occasion to make me come ALL THE WAY from BOSTON to then go into NYC… But she is way more than worth it, because of her awesomeness, and all the words of Vitamin C – “Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down”…
I mean, mega milestones need to be celebrated in kind.
Well, I drank all the tequila (which is natural, HELLO Agave Nectar) and had a FREAKING blast! I even got to see a friend I’ve known for over 25 years who lives in the city. My Sister G did an ice luge and we had a wonderful time celebrating my BFF.
All in all it was a great time, until we went to Grand Central…
You can change websites now, unless you want to hear about my immense disdain for the sketchy, creepy portion on the male race …
I then remembered JUST how much I HATE Manhattan.
I. Am. Not. A. Piece. Of. Meat.
But yet, all the men (homeless, street vendor & other) we passed, felt the need to comment on aspects of my anatomy and how “Nice my white jeans were”…. Um Thanks, Fuck Off… and why do you think its OK to speak like that to me…
Sorry, but that stuff REALLY bothers me. Like why do creepy men think it is OK to speak to me and comment on my look or body. I am not wearing “Slutty” Attire and showing off my body (Been there done that)… I am dressed chic and sophisticated and completely covered… So you have ZERO right to speak to me…
Made me all the more grateful to get onto the freaking train, get into the uber and arrive at my beautiful childhood home and the safe confines of suburbia.
All and all, I am grateful for my wonderful childhood friends who bring me past my comfort zone (out of my sweats) and out to celebrate life…. Because what is life if you’re not living it!!!