(I’d hoped my first post as a Soda Crazy would be about something fun, like giant bugs or gay cartoon characters. However, those topics have been taken [shakes fist], so I’ll have to air my un-fun thoughts instead. Sorry.)
Today I’m wearing a bead necklace that a friend brought me from Mexico a few years ago… I remember the exact booth in Kelsey’s where we sat when she gave it to me, and I remember that she teased me for choosing a fruity dessert when there was perfectly good chocolate to be had. I remember the feeling of triumph when I got a near-perfect score on a “how well do you know your friend” quiz just months after we met, including the exact number of piercings she had in each ear (five). I remember the saltiness of the poutines in the bar on campus where we’d go for “vent sessions”. I remember how quickly she swerved into the Dairy Queen parking lot when she realized I was upset and needed to talk. I remember sitting in a movie theatre all the way across the city, laughing our heads off at a Bollywood movie, thinking up ways to get troupes of backup dancers to follow us around, and stuffing ourselves with saltwater taffy. I remember my ear growing hot from having hours-long conversations on my cell phone. I remember flicking ash off her wedding gown, and I remember the chauffeur digging around in the limo for scissors to remove the veil from her tiara because the wind kept whipping it into her face. I remember how she always tried to smile, even if she was unhappy. I remember her hugs, and how I felt totally enveloped in them. I remember our friendship, both in the details and in the broad strokes, and as much as it hurts sometimes, I know I am lucky to have those memories.
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