My best girlfriend is Eva. We met each other in junior high school and grew closer with every passing year. We’ve probably been friends now for about 27 or 28 years. Yikes!
We were good friends in junior high, but we didn’t get to that “best friends” place until we were in high school.
We grew up in a small town called Norco. Both of our parents moved out there to get away from some of the urban problems they were seeing creep into their suburban neighborhoods.
The kids we went to elementary school with were the kids we went to high school with. We still see many of our high school friends on a fairly regular basis. In addition to being home town to many of my favorite people, Norco was a special place to grow up in. There is a city ordinance that bans sidewalks in the town. There are only horse trails. (I once rode my pony through the McDonald’s drive thru.) Eva had a pony and a pony cart and we were able to get all around town long before we we old enough to drive.
When we were old enough to drive, I failed my driver’s test a couple times. I’m not sure which was more dangerous on the road… me, or Eva’s horrible jalopy cars. It seemed like she had a different car every month. All of them were horrible. One of them was a pinto (yeah. the kind of car that blew up when rear-ended.) This Pinto did not have the gas cap anymore. She solved the problem by stuffing the hole where the gas cap should be… with a sock. It was like a little fuse hanging out of the car. It’s a wonder we didn’t blow ourselves up. (Good times…)
We’ve gotten each other through high school boyfriends (bless her heart, she was my shoulder to cry on for years while I pined away for HH). We each were Maid of Honor in each other’s wedding(s). We were there for each other when we went through divorces. She is Devin’s Godmother. For several years we were on opposite coasts, which was tough, but that’s what phone calls are for.
1996 – An amazing chocolate buffet. Yes…. We stopped and posed with the chocolate.
2002 – Fun to be the Aunty.
I can tell her anything, but chances are she knows what I’m going to say before I say it. We know pretty much everything there is to know about each other (and we still like the other person.) We share the same sense of humor and we both have the same set of core girlfriends that we went to high school with.
There are few people who know the “real” you. Few people who you can talk to for hours and not run out of things to say and fewer still – people you can be with and not have to say a word. Those people are rare and special. Those people should be cherished and those relationships should be nurtured – always.
I am not sure which one of us is Lucy and which one of us is Ethel, but we have gotten into I Love Lucy situations on a fairly regular basis. In future posts I will tell:
- The Shark Story
- The Westwood Story
- The Ice Cream and Amaretto Sour Story
There are many more tales I could tell, but these are the ones we re-tell the most. A few months ago she was visiting and we told Devin the Westwood Story to illustrate our point: No matter how sneaky you think you’re being…. how many bases you think you’ve covered…. your parents will still find out what you were doing!