You know, it's always amazing to me how people that were meant to be just sort of gravitate towards each other. Having moved around a lot and had many jobs over the years, I've amassed many friends and aquaintances, but there is a core group that prevails. These are the friends that stay true even though you may not see each other for years, or the friends that totally understand if you fall off the face of the earth for a while yet gleefully welcome you back into the fold when you resurface.
One of these wonderful friends of mine, MCM is one of those people. We met in 1987 which was the start of our senior year of high school in Virginia. Both of us were new to the school that year, and equally miserable. I had just moved from New England, and she from Puerto Rico, and we felt like fish out of water in this huge school that was full of randmomness.. chicks named Muffett who drove Volvos and played lacrosse, morning announcements done by a guy named Silky C in rap, and senators kids mixed with kids from the hood.. a truly motley assortment of humanity.
We both noticed each other as we spent our lunch hours poring over college catalogs in the guidance counselor's office plotting our get away. I remember being in awe of her ability to accesorize.. she had this FAB big gold purse that was such a wonderful contrast to the preppiness and hood fashion of the day. Gradually, we became friends and her friendship MADE that year bearable. She introduced me to the joys of hair metal bands, and we spent hours fantasizing about Bon Jovi and working crappy jobs to make money to go to rock concerts. MCM even came west with me to California and we started school together as room mates at UCSB. We had all sorts of wonderful, crazy adventures in Hollywood and beyond before she headed back to FL to be with family. She is truly a talented, wonderful person who keeps it real and slays me with her wit. I got this great email from her re: my blog and this turn of phrase at the end of her message just cracked me up..
P.S. I did not know what the hell a Gymboree was for the longest time. The moms would mention it and I went along with it. But I wondered, is it a church activity for toddlers, does it involve tamborees and singing in a gym? Finally figured out, particularly after being invited to a 4 year old's birthday party at one the joints...ack.
This is why I love my friends.
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