Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The story continues...



The girls were sleeping. We still had hours ahead of us before we were snuggled soundly in our own beds. Although we had a great time I was tired and ready to get home. I had missed sweet thing. I missed Mag's too. As the music played my mind wandered back to the summer of 1976. The Bee Gee's were playing. I grinned. G-d, I could still remember it as if it were yesterday. It was me and T. back then. It was always me and T. She was the most beautiful friend I had ever had. Back then, I was a bit homely awkward and hadn't really blossomed yet. All naturale in the day! Still wearing braces and aviator glasses. I looked like a cross between Steve McQueen, Adam Ant and a giant bug. Hot. And if that wasn't enough I was quite ignorant innocent when it came to the male beast. True. Seriously. Anyway, I think if there ever was a girl crush this was it. I simply adored her. No. I Idolized her. She didn't know how hot she was even with guys tripping over themselves to talk to her. There couldn't have been a sweeter more genuine person. Ev-ah. We were inseparable. We biked back and forth to one another's home almost daily, which was well over 10 miles one way!! We would pedal (that's right on a bicycle!) all over town wearing nothing more than short shorts and bathing suit tops. No wonder we had great legs. It never failed however when she spent the night at my house we were always (I mean always) out of toilet paper. What family with five girls ever runs out of toilet paper? My mom was notorious for forgetting the paper on her weekly shop! Even with a list. We use to tease when we ran out that "T. must be coming". I snorted out loud as I recall the evening we tapped in to her dads liquor cabinet and how we giggled till we pee'd ourselves with our silly talk. G-d that was some nasty shit. it did taste better the more we drank. My fondest memory would be how we practiced diligently for drill team try-outs for weeks only to discover only one of us would win. She was after all the better dancer. But I was still crushed. I wanted this to be something we did together. And the night we ran up and down Cherry Bottom Road (yeah I swear that was the name) stark ass naked for no other reason than a silly dare. We would take off running as we tore our clothes off laughing and squealing hysterically ducking behind the trees at the slightest rumbling of a car coming. All you could see were the teeny weeny white tan lines of our bathing suits and hear the laughter four states away. There was that time when the car snuck up on us. We took of running only to realize the car was pulling in her lane! We barely crawled beneath the covers --still undressed where we heard her dads key in the door. Shit, our hearts were pounding. We were so almost busted. We both just cracked up. I loved more than anything spending all my free time at her house. Not only did she have this awesome home filled with gorgeous antiques, but her parent's were the most handsome couple I'd ever met. They both exuded such sex appeal. It was so easy to be around them. And her brother was simply adorable. Even at five or six years younger than us. Her dad was a dead ringer for Clark Gable and had this super cool inspector job. I thought it was so funny when T. would share stories of his inspecitins at the local "peep shop". And her mother might as well have been an identical twin of Connie Stevens. Smoking ass hot. I can't remember what her mom did but I'd like to believe that she had some big executive job. I still giggle the time T. and I were snooping found pictures of her mom and her best friend posing in some pretty provocative poses and if memory serves me they were covered with nothing more than a large beach hat! We laughed our silly asses off. I thought at that very moment her mom was and couldn't possibly be any cooler. She never judged. EVER. She always called everyone "kid" it was just her way. She allowed her kids to work things out for themselves, but she was always there for them. When T. told me her mom and dad were getting divorced I think I cried harder. I thought they would always be together and T. and I were going to be best friends forever. T. had the most amazing relationship with her mom. It was no surprise that when T. had her own daughter they too would have a close loving relationship. Her mother had done well. I'd always said if I had kids I hoped I had the same kind of relationship with my kids. I have been thinking about her a lot lately and have wondered why or how we allowed space to come between us. Sure, we both got married years ago. And divorced. And re-married. I know I've moved around and probably have made it difficult keeping up with. We're still friends, but I miss what we once had. I hope you know "kid" I will always love you. No matter what. I hope to grow up to be just like you...... Stay tuned the story continues....

17 comments:

Sharie said...

You tell your story like it happened yesterday!
Actually reminds me a lot of growing up myself:)

Isabella's Mommy & Daddy(Kim & John) said...

LOVE IT!!!
Friendships are soooo valuable.. and it is hard when they don't continue like they once was...
Better get on over to the auction.. Gwen is outbidding you..
on the tutu..
HUGS..

Sam said...

You wild thing!!! I miss you!

Gail said...

Also reminds me of my growing up years too...can't wait to hear the rest. :)

Noemi said...

Awww such a lovely story! I just love the way you relive every little detail!

Sophie's Mom said...

I enjoyed your memory so much, I just wish it included pictures! (Not the naked ones though!) ;)

redmaryjanes said...

Very cool! I remember when my childhood friend and I found a Kuma Sutra book in her Mom's room. We laughed and laughed too.
I'm only still in touch with only one of my friends from back than and sadly, the world has not been kind to her. But I will always love her and be there for her. We loved Andy Gibb.

jennifer said...

Cute story. I am not in touch with my best childhood friend either. But that's another story!!

Rony said...

I received an e-mail from her today that made me cry. She is the same kind person she always was. She reminded me how we met in the 7th grade and how painfully shy she was. I still remember the day she was nomated homecoming and how so proud I was to be her friend. Her best friend. That's good stuff my friends.

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kerri said...

Wow the flood gate opened and all my chilhood memories came pouring in, all you had to mention were the Bee Gees!!
My gals were Sherrie and Lisa, oh my could we have fun, hehe!!
Enough said, or what's the old saying, I'd have to kill ya'?? LOL!!!

Fliss and Mike Adventures said...

My school friend well, we did everything together and just after High School... we lost touch - drifted apart... through High School I had a friend who was like a sister then she got a b/f who was very jealous of our friendship... suffice to say that he truly came in the middle of that and she just disappeared after a very strong 10 years friendship... that was when I decided to not have 'super close' friends... though I would consider Mike as my bff... my super closest friend... funny how things just run their course... I think it is all little lessons for us all to learn from... take care

Amyesq said...

Good story! I am loving your memories. Am lucky to still have the same best friend and that we still live in the same county. There is lots to be said for that.

Steffie B. said...

Awesome....you have the best stories girl....the best! ;)

Kathryn said...

You are such a good story teller and it reminds me of my childhood friend!!!!

Yoli said...

Oh Rony, I am so glad to see you posting again. I miss you. My best friend and I, who also met in 7th grade, have always remained close. We live in the same state, so that helps. She is the Godmother of my kids and a true sister. We were so unglamorous and uncool it was hysterical. Think of the show, The Big Bang Theory. I was a goth kid with no friends and she was a chatterbox. Two people could not be more different. Yet, we because such good friends. Love your post, as always you are a magnificent writer that draws you in.

Jewels of My Heart said...

Oh, how you can paint a picture.... so vivid I can hear the laughter and the music playing....
What an adventurous soul you are.
I am glad you are still friends.... When ever you get together again I am certain you will find yourselves just where you left off.