Wednesday, August 10, 2011

An ode to a fabulous friendship

Ten years ago today I became friends with my very best friend. We didn't meet on this day, actually we had already been enrolled in our master's program together for several months. We had passed each other in the halls, sat around the same table at the pub and laughed at each others jokes - but it wasn't until we took a road trip to Toronto to see a band together that we pretty much knew we were in love with each other.

I still remember that ride quite vividly. I had a rental car after having my car burglarized - and the rental was a pretty sweet ride with a pretty sweet CD player. We were riding in style with the AC blasting and a soundtrack that proved we liked exactly the same music and (more importantly) we both liked to sing along loudly while driving. We told stories, sang, laughed and played the "who else is going to the concert" game - which consisted mostly of identifying hot guys in other cars wearing long sleeved t-shirts under short sleeved t-shirts (dead giveaway).

We were inseparable all through grad school and it didn't even occur to me that once we moved to different cities we'd lose touch - because we didn't. We sent emails or called each other several times a week (or day, depending on the drama). We watched tennis championships over the phone and sent each other outfit pics over email. We edited each others online dating profiles (okay that part was mostly me) and just last year we both stood in each others weddings.

It's not hard for me to imagine being friends with someone for ten years, in fact I'm still close with one of my good friends from over twenty years ago - what makes it different is the level of friendship that we've maintained. We're still really involved in each others lives and loves. Even though she's now a twice over mommy and lives two time zones away we still touch base at least every other day. We still talk about clothes that we bought, music that makes us dance, stories that make us laugh and things that piss us off. She's also one of the only people that can calmly call me out for being an asshole.

There are many reasons why I love my good friend, but here's a list (just in case she's keeping score):
- she introduced me to running (kicking and screaming)
- she laughs louder than me at the movies
- she's got real perdy hair
- she's the perfect person to split the Fran's Big Breakfast with
- she's kind and loving and knows when to hug and when to back off
- she's even worse at remembering names than I am
- she dances like she's from the West Indies
- she's performed the classic best friend "holding back the hair while puking" move
- she knows everything there is to know about me and still answers my calls.

I love you lady, thanks for being my bestest friend :)