Our 20th is coming up. This means the old friends are coming out of the woodwork as well as those who we can’t seem to remember. And it makes for great fun when your best friend has the memory recall of a goldfish and they are all contacting her first. Well, needless to say, I’ve finally gotten the emails, the instant messages, and messages from that hell we call MySpace. As a result, I had drinks with a old friend who dates way back to Girl Scouts. Let the fun begin!!!

Nothing is funnier than watching two women, in a bar, with a big stack of yearbooks dating back to before we had boobs. Back to 1981 when we wrote things like “Sweet” and Scum Bucket” above people’s pictures, thinking for some reason that it woud promote world peace or heal some old wound. And, to make it even funnier, we are friends with a lot of those “scum buckets” and “sluts” now. AND, where are all those people we labeled as “sweet”? Hmmm Dunno. So, Lisa and I talked a few hours over Beer and Rum and Cokes. We had 20 years of catch up to play and realizing that we weren’t even friends in High School. We ran in different circles. Our circles overlapped, like the Olympic rings, but instead of being the part on the inside, we were on the far side of the rings. But after we realized it was time to vacate the premises, it was decided that we are now people that we always knew we were. We met as children who don’t care what you look like, how much money your parents have (or don’t), or if you have a pair of Dittos gracing your ass. It was based soley on, you’re nice. And at the end of our conversation, besides setting up the next get together, we jointly came to a conclusion, we sincerly hope that everyone worked through thier issues and grew up and became adults. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we ALL could just realize that all it takes to have a full and wonderful friendship is to just look at someone and the only thing running through your head is …

… You’re Nice!