Whoa.
Deep.
Sorry about that. I refuse to get "deep" again on this blog. Unless I am talking about the movie, "Deep Throat."
But, the one thing it has given me that I will forever be thankful for is wonderful friends. Do I think that they are sitting around and talking about what an idiot I am on their "ladies nights"? Sometimes. But, in the exact same breath, that is what I love about my friends from back home.
They are honest. They are funny. And most importantly, they drink.
But, I like most of them more now that I have moved away from home.
Some friends are better from a distance.
:)
See that? That was a passive aggressive smiley face.
I do have something I would like to share.
I have fallen in love.
I have fallen in love with a television show. Surprise, Surprise. It is called Best Friends Forever. If you have a best friend that you can truly be an ass around then you will be able to relate to this show.
Watching this show is what having a best friend is all about. It is quirky, it is fun and it is perfect. If you are not watching this show. You must. I really, really, really think you will like it.
I have blogged before about wanting a best friend like I had when I was a kid
But when I think back to it, I guess I really want the friends I had in college. Now those were girls that you could truly absolutely be 100% yourself around. My greatest memories of true friendship are with my Radio Girls. Who else would pour a beer over your head? Who else would steal dumb things like a remote control, Subway Restaurant signs and computer chairs? Who else would help you lie about your brother being Wayne Gretzky? Who else would encourage you to eat 40 wings, six beer and then eat a Dairy Queen Blizzard? Who else would hold your hair as you threw up in the bar bathroom and then give you a tequila shot?
Sweet Jesus.
Anyone know of a Mennonite Private School I can send my daughter too?
As a matter of fact, I DO know of a Mennonite Private School. I live in the buckle of the Bible Belt, my friend. There are THREE religious post-secondary schools in this town. I will save a room for Whirlwind when she's ready to tackle university.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I will also encourage her to have friends who hold her hair while she pukes and then give her a tequila shot... I'm probably not on your list of good friends.
Thank you for your help with Whirlwind. You are right, she does need friends like that. If you drank more I would maybe marry you.
DeleteThis was a great post! And I may have to utilize the passive-aggressive smiley face in the future - that stuff comes in handy. I used to love visiting the small towns of my college friends. We'd show up, cruise(which was typically one car lap around one block) and drink. They got mad at me when I was all "this is flipping Happy Days! You LIVE in Happy Days!"
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment! I am such a small town girl that when I was living in Californis we went to the beach and had a fire with some friend and all I WAS saying was " this is just like Karate Kid"
Deletep.s loved your newspaper article. AMAZING GIRL!
I was born in L.A., moved to a series of small towns, moved back to L.A. and then BACK to an even smaller town. I'm tired just typing that....whew. Anywho, I'm with you on my late high school/early 20s friends. Those gals were straight up, true blue, go to prison for you friends. Needed a ride home? Box of wine? Bail? They were there. ;) Now, I can't even get anyone to wave at me in the pick-up line at school. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteIt's true. Some of my stories are shocking. And the worst part is I think they are normal teenager activities. THEY WERE NOT.
Deletep.s No one waves at me either. It's like I have the plague, or maybe it's the blog they are scared of. Meh.