They say time flies when you’re having fun. I always hated that expression, but I do wonder where the last 14 years have gone. I have had a lot of fun along the way.
If it had sucked more, would it have gone by slower?
As I recall, the fun started on December, 20, 1993. I was working at Jack Brown Cleaners and met a new employee. Turned out it was her birthday and she had just moved into town. We hit it off right away and were quickly inseparable. Being that she was new to town, we got to go to ALL the cool places. Over and over.
Soon we were a force to be reckoned with. Joined at the hip and finishing each others sentences, we spent every minute together. We took turns buying breakfast; we shared lunch, and went out for dinner. My house, hers, or out, it didn’t matter where we were, we were having a blast. I remember we always took her car because mine was gay. My dad had my name pin striped across the back. No lie. And hers was cool anyway.
Eight months into our friendship I broke it off with a long time boyfriend and moved home. We had 24/7 party access. Something I did not have being tied down. I stayed at her apartment most of the time. I remember the chips and dip. The VCR. The James Dean shower curtain. The stackable washer and drawer. Amen for doing our laundry in your apartment. And the card table for a kitchen table. We rode into work together and jammed everyday. You heard me, I said jammed. We were off work at 3pm and ready to play. The world was at our disposal. Man that year flew.
I turned 21 first so for her birthday we went nuts. Club after club. Shot after shot. Drink after drink. We don’t even know how we made it home. We went into work a few hours later still drunk. To this day we still don’t know how we ended up in bed together. I always slept on the sofa. Those were the days.
We partied for the next two years like that. We had both become store managers so we could come and go as we pleased. We had the budget and the friends to hang with. We thought we were the shit. In the clubs every night. Lots of friends. Lots of free drinks. Lots of shopping. Lots of exploring. An over indulgence of everything. The world was at our fingertips.
We grew up together. It was the best time of my life. We shared everything. Remember the pictures we took before the concert? We were HOT!!! Oh, and remember when I left Mitzi at your house and she chewed up all the carpet? I almost shit my pants….Thank Gawd for dad…. We bought our first new cars together. And second. And third. We went through boyfriends together. Remember that customer of mine,Brian Hill, f-f-f-f-f-football, the UT law school grad. Man he was muscular and smelled fantastic! And you went out with the baseball player, Alan Motloch, what was his last name? And we all four grilled marshmallows off your blacony. Remember that weekend in Bandera when you took Andrew Pardo. bam chukka bam bam……. Girl we had fun!
At 5 years, I got married, and she bought a house. We both changed jobs. Through it all, we stayed in touch everyday. After all, she was my bridesmaid, and I helped paint her kitchen. We had adjusted to the new lifestyles and the new jobs. I got pretty wrapped up in my life and time flew but she forgave me(THANK YOU). Then, she changed jobs again and brought me over. We have worked here for 8 years now.
We are nearing 14 years. I know I would die without her. Her wisdom and guidance. Her nonsense and laughter. Her hugs and kisses. She is always there for me no matter what. Even is she doesn’t want to hear anymore of my drama, she would never tell me. She is my best friend.
I don’t know where I will be 14 years from now, but I do know for certain, she will be in my life!
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