I don’t remember how I met Erin exactly. The guy living across the hall from me had a thing for Erin’s roommate and I think I was with him and we ran into them and he introduced us. I think. I also don’t remember exactly when that took place, but I think it was sometime in the middle of first semester of my freshman year in college. I know we were friends by December because she was at my birthday party. I’m not sure why my memory of this is all so fuzzy…I’m chalking it up to a ridiculous amount of alcohol then and old age now.
So I don’t have a lot of memories of how we met…but we’ve been friends now for 18 years and I have a lot of memories of those years. I could probably be here all day writing about things like the time we slept on the sidewalk outside Tower Records to get Bob Dylan tickets and the homeless guy tried to kiss Erin after we fell asleep. Or the weekend that spent at Mohegan Sun and we got ID’d while we were gambling and we were thrilled to death that someone thought we were under 21. Or Erin’s disastrous bachelorette weekend in Key West where I missed my flight and got there a day later than everyone else and everyone got drunk and ended up in tears and Erin had to take them all home and put them to bed. Or the time we decided to move Erin to Brooklyn on the day of the NYC marathon and we played Beastie Boys “No Sleep ’til Brooklyn” on the drive there.
We actually lost touch for a while after college and it was a total fluke that we got in touch again. I’d gone to the city one night to meet my boyfriend at the time and he stood me up at the last second because he had to work. So I was left with nothing to do. I called Erin’s dad in California and managed to get her number in NY. I called her and she was free so we met up for dinner and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
Since that time, Erin broke up with her boyfriend, moved to Brooklyn, met her husband, moved to Florida, got married, moved back to NY, got pregnant, moved to California, had a baby, moved back to NY, bought a house, got a job, sold a house, quit her job, bought a new house and recently gave up on being a blonde and became a brunette. I broke up with my boyfriend, bought a condo, met J, sold my condo, moved to an apartment, broke up with J, got back together with J, got a dog, moved to the city, bought a house in the ‘burbs, got another dog, became a blonde and recently also gave up on the blonde thing and became a brunette again. Erin and I have been through it all together…good and bad.
I think it’s probably not obvious to everyone why we are friends. We are really different in a lot of ways. But I think that’s what keeps it interesting. I also think we are more alike than we seem to be. I think what it comes down to is that we just get each other. We understand and appreciate each other…even when the crazy comes out. We’ve been through so much together that we can be completely honest with each other. And at the end of the day we just make each other laugh.
There are days when Erin drives me crazy and I just want to throw her out the window. I’m sure she feels the same way about me. But I love her to death and I wouldn’t trade her for anything.
Erin has decided to take on a little project recently and, while I give her major credit for the undertaking, I think she’s completely out of her mind. There is a list called “The 1001 Books to Read Before You Die” and Erin has decided to read them all…at the rate of 1 per week. If she stays on pace, it will take her 19 years. That’s dedication. Also…I’ve read some of the books on that list…and some of them are boring as hell! If anyone else is interested in reading about Erin’s adventures in reading (and insanity) you can check out her brand new blog. It’s worth checking out just to see the adorable picture of my nephew curled up with the dog.
Also…speaking of new blogs…Miss Ally has decided to start a new blog to document her journey through Neal’s deployment. Go read 400 Wake-ups so you can better understand the real life of an Army wife.