I thought we were 7 but my bestie says we were just 4 when we met at a Burger King in Spring Valley, NY, and what she says goes because she has the memory of Rainman. She can tell you exactly what you were wearing on a sunny day in May twenty years ago when you met up in the city to see Tori Amos play at Radio City Music Hall–it’s impressive, really. I, on the other hand, was blessed with the gift of distraction and little plastic castles get me every time, meaning that I can’t retain shit, my friends. Literally it’s Monday, and I have no idea what I did this weekend. Is it old age? Not enough ginkgo biloba?
Yesterday my best friend got married and as I watched her take her vows in front of friends and family, I became overwhelmingly verklempt. It felt like I was in the final episode of the very last season of Six Feet Under and a highlights reel of our friendship played in a loop in my brain (minus the whole tragic ending part of the show because I’m not that much of a psychopath). It was beautiful and so very touching and perfect—just as I imagined her wedding would be. I beamed with pride and laughed with joy as our friend officiated and delivered an incredibly heartfelt tribute to Eve and Dawn’s romance.
If I’m doing the math correctly, we’ve seen each other through some shit in 36 years. And holy cow, have we grown and evolved over those years. Each of us has experienced relationship highs and lows, family drama, loss, crossroads, life-altering decision making we weren’t always prepared to deal with, embarrassing moments that we’ll take to our graves, belly laughs, and the happiest and saddest moments I think we’ll both carry in our hearts forever.
I remember when she first came out to me in Denny’s, circa 1997. I know it was a big deal to her and I could tell she was nervous but I needed her to understand that nothing would change between us. I loved her for who she was, and didn’t care about the decisions she made with her partners. I hope she felt a sense of relief that day, and that she has always felt 100% supported by me through the years.
Wanna hear something crazy? Eve and I have never once had an argument. I KNOW! We might be unicorns, but I truly think we’ve learned to respect our differences, which is a rare find in friendships nowadays.
As Bryan and I made our rounds and said our goodbyes last night, Eve’s wife Dawn told me she had me to thank, because I had apparently planted the seed with my own wedding talk lately. I don’t know how much truth there is to it, but if I played any role—no matter how great or small—in their union I will consider it a blessing and no small responsibility. I love these two from the bottom of my heart and wish them nothing but a lifetime of happiness.