F is for Friendship
Today, I was talking to my best friend, Jessica. She lives in Seattle, which seems much farther away than it is some days. We met our freshman year of college in an introductory philosophy class. Early on there was an incident with a goldfish, some candles and a freezer. I should have known then what I was getting myself into but hey, I was young!
Jessica and I are going on 20 years of friendship. She’d older than I am (by two months, but I like to rub her nose in it!). We have a million things in common and another million differences, all of which make us complementary, compatible and often hilarious. I’ve accumulated a lifetime of memories already…or as I like to call them, ammo….some of which I was able to use on her wedding day (SHE should have known better…lol). For instance, there’s the near death experience that involved an intersection in our college town and two milkshakes. Jessica’s deft driving skills saved both our behinds and our ice cream, making her the biggest hero of my life! And don’t even get me started on the blue fuzz burger!!!
About 10 years ago, Jessica and I went on an ill-fated driving trip to Las Vegas. It’s a long story that ended in us not talking to each other for a month. We’ve survived marriages, divorces and babies. We’ve been together through sickness and health. Between the two of us we’ve encountered just about every major life event that can increase your chance of a heart attack. And now, almost 20 years later, I am still proud to call her my best friend. She knows me better than just about anybody and she still loves me (which may say something about her judgment…just saying).
In terms of friendship, I have been blessed many times over and I thought today I would just reflect on one of the most special people in my life. She has never ceased to support me, even when she thinks I’m a knucklehead. And one day, if I ever become famous, she’ll be sharing the story about how I wore white cotton underwear before I met her.
I love you, Jessica.
4/7/2015 10:35:00 am
Picture it: Ellensburg. 1996. A distractible, half asleep, shiny object oriented 'ME' walks into my first college class. I see a studious, bright eyed, focused 'YOU' front and center ready to take on the world. Somehow we both survived college. You with a little more color in your underwear drawer (haha) and me with a (fine - I will finish my last class if you make me) degree. I think this is PERFECT commentary on our relationship. :cD.
4/8/2015 01:17:27 am
Not Florida, but yes the Golden Girls plan is already high on my list of priorities!
4/8/2015 04:42:56 am
I still have dreams I did not graduate college. Or high school. And have to go back. Since you made sure I did my homework THEN I am going to start making you go to my dream makeup classes NOW. Seems fair.
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I'm generally pulled in a million different directions and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Here's a glimpse of my life - hope you enjoy it! And if there's a big lapse between posts, well, that's the way life goes in Amy's world.