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It’s a Twenty-One Year Friend-a-versary!

Gather ’round my loves, and let me tell you a story.

On July 6th, 1994, I went to a Tori Amos concert with a friend. He had this other friend, that he was dying for me to meet. He was convinced that we would get along perfectly, so he arranged for all of us to go to the concert together.

Let me paint you a picture of myself on July 6th, 1994.

I was ginormously pregnant with my first child. (Said child was born 2 months later, almost to the day.) It was hot and humid as fuck – because July…in Michigan. Also it was just unnaturally awful that year.

I was wearing a dark plum, gauzy maternity dress that I’d made. It was long and flowy (any of you who’ve met me in person are unsurprised) and the top buttoned because I planned to use it after the pregnancy for nursing. There wear also flip flops. Because swollen feet and ankles.

I was so ridiculously huge that I was waddling as only a hugely pregnant woman can. My boobs grew three sizes that day between the time I put that dress on in the morning and the time I met them for supper. There was serious button gape-age. I was hot. And sweaty. And crabby. No…I was downright bitchy. Just…awful.

When our friend introduced us, I sorta wanted to cry. Here before me, was the cutest little alterna-chick I’d ever seen. Let me tell you about Roxanne. She was (and still is) fucking adorable. On July 6th, 1994, she was wearing this longish, sleeveless, creamy taupe-ish crocheted sheath dress with big old black Doc Marten boots, a nose ring and various other piercings and tattoos. Also, she was bald. Utterly bald. And all I could think was Look at this adorable little waif. She’s absolutely gorgeous and even her head is a pretty shape. Fuck me. Also, despite the unreasonable heat, she was not sweating.  Bitch.

Despite my wild jealousy, and hormonal ravings, I fell in love with her immediately. And after twenty-one years, that love is bigger than ever. She’s hilariously funny. Even when I’m not pregnant, she makes me pee my pants. She’s honestly one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever met – wickedly smart and emotionally perceptive. She’s introduced me to some of my favorite books and music, and we often have conversations speaking entirely in metaphor. She’s also the most amazing cook I’ve ever met and helps me with all things kitchen-y.

At this point, you might be wondering to yourself if she’s perfect. She is not, in fact, perfect. She doesn’t like The Princess Bride. No. Not even a little. She also hates musical theatre.

But here’s the funny thing – I found out very recently. In spite of my godawful bitchiness, she liked me right away, too. Apparently, I amused her. And the whole lumbering, sweaty, pregnant woman thing? She thought was “radiant”.

She said that.

With a straight face.

I like to think, that like most of my amazing friends, Roxanne and I were meant to find each other. And I cannot imagine stumbling through the last twenty-one insane years without her.

And now that our friendship is officially old enough to go off and drink on its own, I hope you’ll join us with cheers of, “More wine!” while we both prepare for another school year of sitting on the Homework Throne, forcing our children to do their schoolwork. (You’ll notice…no one is challenging us for our thrones…fuckers.)

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8 thoughts on “It’s a Twenty-One Year Friend-a-versary!

  1. This is sweet and adorable, and your descriptions of ’90s fashion are taking me right back there. Also kudos for Tori Amos, I’ve had “Cornflake Girl” stuck in my head for a week after hearing it for the first time in 10+ years.

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    • Hey Elena, I’m not sure how this one got by me. I think WP was being rude. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post, though. 🙂 I currently have Crucify stuck in my head because I have a friend with a cat named Easter, and I just saw that she posted a pic of the kitty on Instgram and *bam* Crucify has been in my head for days. 😀

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  2. Roxanne on said:

    You were, in fact, radiant. It was true then, and it still is.
    And before you even say it, this was entirely pre-encephalitis, so I was definitely not delusional.

    (Note: To forestall any overzealous dot-connecting, let me say that my refusal to take part in the cultural misconception that The Princess Bride is not insufferable was firmly in place pre-encephalitis, as well.)

    Also, you were NOT bitchy, nor awful. You were a fabulous blend of intelligence, hilarity, sweetness, and snark. You still are, the ratio is just a little different post-pregnancy. 😉

    You are the ideal mayor to my village, and the best getaway driver a girl could ask for.
    I love you like crazy.

    (In other news, I am offering raspberry cheesecake brownies to anyone willing to sit on the Homework Throne in my stead. Wine is included.)

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    • I love you, my baby!!! So, so much!!! I will forever happily remain as mayor and getaway driver, but I’m not sure I can handle two Homework Thrones. However, I *do* really love those raspberry cheesecake brownies… Quick, someone sit on Rox’s Homework Throne. I’ll share the treats! PS Will had encephalitis for a really long time. You could have a 21 year long case of it.

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