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Seventeen years || September 16, 2002
I have this friend .... No no, really! I do .. her name is ummm Lynae, for diary purposes. We've been best friends since 1985. We hated each other that entire summer because by some odd quirk of fate we sort of swapped boyfriends and it became a strange game of one upswomanship as to who would do what with whom's boyfriend. Towards the end of that summer, we finally wised up and realized the guys were jerks and dropped them and became fast friends.

Lynae and I have been through many ups and downs over the course of ... holy shit, almost 20 years. (Twenty? How is that possible?? I swear I'm not old enough to have known someone for that long.) We've been through boyfriends, lovers, too many parties and hangovers to remember or count, one wild weekend camping out in the fuggen cold-ass October weather to get Garth tickets, another stupid weekend standing in a driving rainstorm to actually get the damn tickets (it was worth it), college, careers, major health crises with mothers, two marriages, FIVE kids, one miscarriage, one abortion, two mentally abusive husbands, one divorce and one pending divorce. All this and we're only in our thirties.

We have the kind of friendship where long periods of time can pass without us talking and the second we reconnect, everything is extremely comfortable. Not awkwardness exists between us. I think it's really rare. You know how sometimes you are bestest buds with someone and then life soft of sends you along your own separate paths and you lose touch, not out of fault on anyone's side, it just kind of happens? That will never happen with Lynae and I.

Hell, we live 3 minutes from each other and this was the first time I've seen her since March.

We also have the sort of friendship where we don't lie and sugarcoat things. We shoot each other straight, often saying hurtful things that need to be said. Oh sure, we "there there" each other when one is really hurting, but we also hold up a mirror and say "You KNOW damn well that you should just ...." We love each other too much to let the other flounder in self pity for too long.

Friday night she divided up her kids, sending one to his Nana and stuck the other two with her shithead hubby. Sorry, see above to understand my term for him. My two were with their Dad again. I took her out to eat for her birthday. She'd kill me for publishing her age on the web so let's just say she is now standing smack dab in the middle of her thirties and leave it at that, shall we? *cheshire grin*

So anyway, we head out for the night, deciding to stay in town. Since the city we live in is "dry", that meant no clubbing, no bars, no booze. It was fine. We both kind of burned out on that stuff years ago. We went to Outback and ate, then went shopping, focusing on 'puter toys and software. Can ya tell we're both techno-geeks? Then we grabbed some Mtn Dews and headed out to the lake to sit and talk. We're firmly convinced that given a quiet place, enough cigarettes and plenty of Dew, we could solve the majority of the problems of the world. Hell, in seventeen years, we probably have. But dammit, no one listens to us. Funny how we can solve everyone else's problems but our own lives are riddled with them, huh?

We sat in my car and talked and laughed and had a great time. One minute it was 10pm, the next it was 2 am. It was amazing how time flew by .... kinda like the last 17 years.

Until later~

bisa

I AM the one your mama warned you about.


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