Trout and Marge

Marlene Dietrich said, "It is the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter". I know it may sound like a second grade mentality but I strongly believe everyone needs a “besty”.  You know, your very best friend, your BFF, if you will.  Your soul sister, sista from another motha? Granted my four sisters are all my best and closest friends, but you still need your besty!  The girl who you can disagree with like you are sisters and she won’t hold a grudge, the one who will laugh at you and herself when you bring up all those cringe worthy stories from the past.  The girl who will tell you if those jeans do in fact make you look fat, but in the kindest way possible.  The gal who will champion you and support you when you decide that you are going to change your life for the millionth time.  She always has your back and she can always make you laugh even when you feel like you are losing it.  

My besty and I met in college, we bonded over our love of obscure bands from the ’80’s, all things anglophile, James Bond, Euro trash, and our disdain for our current situations.  We assumed we were both destined for greatness.  We were like Gail and Oprah, Lucy and Ethel, Blanche and Dorothy.  To this day we will marvel at how we feel we are funnier, more outgoing, more confident and more ourselves when the other is around.  Like together we can charm a room, win fans and influence people, whereas apart our powers are diluted.  We travelled around Scandinavia together, survived an all womans Catholic college together, and were roomates the year after college in a dismal flat in London.  When I lost my job just before heading home to the states for Christmas and couldn’t afford my rent, she was the one who lent me the money.  When a nasty little trollop called me a name in a pizza place on the upper east side of Manhattan, she read that girl the riot act.  

I was in her wedding party, saw her walk down the aisle, move into her first apartment.  When I moved into Manhattan she convinced her hubs to move into the city within 6 months, less then 10 blocks away from me of course. I cried when she left New York to move abroad, rejoiced when she became a Mother for the first time, marveled when I saw how amazing she is with her daughter.  We were always a team, our names often synonymous with each other.  So rarely were we apart that often our other friends would ask where the other was if we were not together. 

 I was lucky she married a man with immense patience who tolerated me being a constant third wheel in their life and who endured our dance off sessions in the middle of her apartment, our American Idol duets, (I would always make her sing the male parts as I insisted she had a deeper voice than mine.) endless games of M.A.S.H and “would you rather”, and our constant rehashing of our “glory days”.  Now that she lives 4000 miles away I miss the late nights in college and later in Manhattan spent chatting, gossiping, laughing and conspiring.  It has been 16 years of friendship and I am so blessed to have someone who I never have to explain myself to, I never have to feel like I have to be someone else around, and I know will always make me laugh until my stomach hurts.  Every girl needs a besty, someone who always has her back and will kick some ass in a pizza parlor if need be.  Miss you Con!

Comments

[Missy]

Aw.. I am going to cry & then print this out & save it! Love you Trout Nobsworth!xoxox

p.s. My memory is really going, but I can't recall the pizza parlor incident...?

[Stofferman]

Thanks for the side prop's, I can laugh about the American Idol torture now, 6 years later :-)

We are blessed to have you in our lives and hope that the physical distance will become less of an issue down the line, but I am, all the same, sorry for all our sakes that we cannot spend more quality time together.

Hope to see you soon Biz.

[Suzanne]

If this were facebook I'd give it two thumbs up :) Great posting!

[Michelle]

Very sweet besty tribute.

[Jamajesty]

So cute!

[Claire]

love it. love erading all your post'S

[Claire]

sorry meant reading.

[Eileen]

WOW! I real ly like this one too. Has anyone ever told you that your writing makes one feel the experience? Other than me.

[Robin]

That is great. Surprised that there's no mention of the NYC Zaterans and choc chip cookies days :)