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How did you meet your best friend(s)?
I have 7 Best girl friends. They make me very happy.
I met her shortly after coming out of my Mother’s womb. We totally clicked. I was like “WAH” and she was like “I hear that!”…seriously though, she taught me all of my favorite proverbs and most of my better traits. People start to like me better once they've met my grandmother.
I was in 7th grade. She was the cool new kid; a transplant from San Diego. Miami Beach had never seen anything quite like her. With her red bandana and punk- rock-hard-core Aura soon became a Nautilus (our middle school) legend and a dear friend with a very handy Driver's permit. She was, and remains, the kind of girl who could strike up conversation with anyone (or anything), and make it interesting. Aura has enough love & loyalty in her heart to care for all the worlds orphans. No application submissions, please. Aura turns 30 next week and we're meeting up to celebrate in our old stomping ground: Miami Beach.
In 1994, I was new to yet another high school. It was lunch time on my first day and I had said maybe three words all day (teenagers don't always give the warmest welcomes.) I was wandering aimlessly when Ema came up to me and invited me to lunch with her. We talked about things important to 16 year old girls, and we became instant friends, largely because she was the only other girl I had ever known with my same clothing AND shoe size. It's really not everyday you meet a girl that's only 5'6 and wears a size ten shoe. She still lives in Argentina and I wish I saw her more than once a year.
Jenny. 1992.
My freshman year of highschool I joined the water polo team at Beach High. Here I met Jenny, she is in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (we think). During her senior year, she was the drummer to the first ever school sponsored Rock & Roll band and it landed her a place in music history (if we have our information straight). That's when I met her. Needless to say, as a 14 year old girl new to the high school scene, Jenny was my hero. The surprising thing is that we became friends. When you think about it, not much has changed, she's still the loud-mouthed, confident & opiniated girl of her youth, and I'm still continuously awed by her. These days, she spends her free time on a trapeze, and soon I will joining her there.
Kym. 2002.
A.K.A the Whirling Dervish. When I think of Kym, I am taken right back to a warm Joshua Tree night. We were on a night hike when, summoned by her lovely singing, we were surrounded by howling coyotes. My instinct was to hit the ground, hers was to bolt, maybe she had the better idea! We met in SF at the famed Redwood Room. When we weren't drink slingin' for the yuppies, we were taking day trips to tahoe, learning to snow board, or tubing down the Yuba river. It's not easy trying to keep up with Kym. You feel like you're burning calories just standing next to her.
Los Angeleno's, Kym, too, has made the move south so keep your eyes & ears open for news of her new act, The Cinderella Motel, a rare breed of Fairy-Tale Rock Cabaret.
Roz. 1992.
I also met Roz on the waterpolo team (thanks to Shannon Sauls for convincing me to try out). When I got my first apartment out of High school I had a nasty string of low paying odd jobs. The one I shared with Roz involved making HUNDREDS upon HUNDREDS of a phone calls a day promoting this hot night club, or that amazing DJ. "Call Girls", I'd say jokingly, when people would ask what we did. Most of this time, was spent on the floor of the office with markers and colored pencils strewn about in a frenzy of creativity. Another time Roz and I endeavored to HAND-DRAW forty or so invites to my 20th birthday party! In short, she's my creative team and possesses the best laugh I have ever heard. Roz left LA & moved back to Miami last year and I'm still fucking bummed about it.
Sarah. 2002 (via 1992).
Sarah, Jenny, & Roz met when they were in middle school, Jenny & Roz continued on to Beach High and Sarah moved away. They were still Best friends when I entered the picture a few years later, and then I moved out of the country. In "The Devil's Dictionary" by Ambrose Bierce, he defines Friendship as "A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul." This has never been the case for Sarah, whom I've known all this time via the stories of my friends. She has consistently proven to be THERE, when her friends have called upon her. And I have been fortunate enough to find myself in this category to her: Friend. We live two blocks away from each other, we are the only two married ones in our group of friends, and since I can't have pets in my apartment, I get my fix with her dog, Baloo.
All of these girls were by my side at my wedding recently, some more happily than others, wearing the olive green dresses I chose for them as my bridesmaids. Except my Eve (granny), who was sitting comfortably about 10 ft. from me looking as beautiful & elegant as ever. That was a good day!
(I'll be posting the wedding pics as soon as I get them.)
