Meet my friend, Becky:
Becky and I go way back, to sixth grade in fact when our friendship began
Besides one another’s infectious personalities to the other (did that make sense?) we also bonded over the many obscure interests and activities we shared throughout the years:
-Spending hours on Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, and Tomb Raider (those are PlayStation games, my friends)
-Friday afternoon tennis lessons with our coach, Joe and our other friend, Gaby
-Saturday morning Capoeira for an hour also with Gaby (and on occasion her parents)
-Steaks. Big hunks of meat. Massive cheeseburgers from Pearl’s with extra avocado.
-Being doubles partners when we played Varsity Tennis in high school…and having our names published in the local newspaper for being the tie-breaking victory match for our high school
-Splitting the price of a bottle of artisan olive oil to keep in my locker and venturing to Whole Foods for lunch every day in 10th and 11th grade to buy fresh ciabatta and an assortment of olives to eat it with
-An INTENSE mutual obsession with the German Industrial band, Rammstein…an obsession involving lyrical memorisations, music video fests at her house, merchandise purchases...it goes on…and apparently to this day Becky feels guilty for slapping me in France for saying that Till Lindemann (the lead singer) was no longer attractive to me (NOTE: I completely forgot about this encounter)
-The day before thanksgiving, our high school would have “all you can eat” pumpkin pie available for students; but since we were little rebels we would buy our own entire pumpkin pie from Safeway with two cans of CoolWhip and eat the entire thing (Don’t judge). I was reminded recently however from reading an old “diary entry” that it was a sad turn in our friendship before Thanksgiving senior year when Becky told me, “I ate the school pumpkin pie today…you know since you don’t eat pies anymore.” (Note: Today is my two year anniversary of re-instating pies into my life…which really is something to toast to if you know what I’m sayin’)
-Becky was in band which was awfully convenient since I had a monumental crush on three boys in Band/Orchestra. Alors,I was constantly late to French sophomore year of high school due to “hanging out in the band room” at the start of sixth period.
–We went on the epic class trip to France together junior year: We shared a room in Paris, ate Ghirardelli mini chocolates (intended for Becky’s Frenchie’s family) on our balcony while watching a massive riot happening outside the Sorbonne, she accompanied me for the epic purchase of my first PINK Dior purse, we ate LOTS of steaks, frolicked at a Reggae music festival in a village called Poyanne in Southwestern France, bought matching Cyrillic Diesel t-shirts, bought matching German Army coats at a vintage shop in the Marais, and you know took pictures of each other to document the entire experience
Some examples I found, from 2006:
Becky gazing into the distance in the town of Mugron…several miles from Poyanne (long story short: The only food in Poyanne available was duck sandwiches and French fries, alors we set off on the freeway in search of better fare and an epic several hour walk resulted in arriving in the town of Mugron where the only restaurant didn’t open till nightfall- so we settled for a baguette, borrowed a pharmacy’s phone to call a taxi and headed back to Poyanne (and to our very angry Frenchies))
Yet another epic shot courtesy of Becky…of me pretending to fall off a cliff at some Basque ruin in Orthez. Or something. I wish I had more pictures of Becky, but she is a mysterious lass and therefore once I was halfway done writing this post I realised most of the pictures were of me. Oh well…a window into my pre-pie shunning past
So why did I randomly decide to write about Becky?
Well besides the fact that she is historically speaking my ORIGINAL partner in mayhem and snark; I just hung out with her for the first time in YEARS! You see Becky is somewhat of an anthropologist nowadays so she never comes back to Mill Valley and instead spends her time doing digs in Madagascar, Kenya, Italy, you know- the USUAL. And it was by random fate that she happened to be in town for one night last week and it was fate that I still had her mobile number memorised from high school (remember that, when you used to actually KNOW your friend’s phone numbers?)!
Alors, I stopped at our high school Whole Foods en route to her house to pick up a little celebratory reunion snack:
I probably should have bought a pumpkin pie or olives or something, but she was going out to dinner in a couple of hours so I thought I’d keep it simple n classy and anything with champagne in the name is most definitely game
We chilled in her living room, sippin with the grapes, dishing about the past and the future and what happened to everyone we went to high school with and it was just like old times
How close are you still with your friends from high school?
Did you ever share a unique one-of-a-kind bond with a friend? Are you still friends with them? What was it that made that friendship special?
How good are you about keeping in touch with old friends?