So, maybe you’ve read the recipes, tips or cocktails I post and want to know more about me or maybe not.
I could tell you that I’m married, don’t have kids, have some cats and live in a flat in the suburbs. You might even be interested. But I’m just going to talk about my Bestie.
My Bestie and I met in high school, very ordinary, except it wasn’t. My Bestie is very smart with words, it’s the first thing I liked about her. I was a kid with adult problems, the biggest of which was meeting Sister Ask (my full blown blood sister) at 14. When I met Sister Ask I discovered I was an Aunty! Adoption is harsh all along the way but especially hard to negotiate at 14. My Bestie was THERE and she really got it. And there were other pressing things through those times….
Like the time my Bestie asked for a make over. It took her to a shopping mall, got her black eyeliner and mascara and found her the perfect red lippy. Then I blindfolded her, took her to the hairdresser and had her more than waist length hair cropped boy short and dyed blue black. Bestie loved it but when we ran into her mum it was another story…..she forgave me 10yrs later.
Bestie was never about the boys, so it came as some shock when she was moving state to be with a boy. A few years later she came back and married that boy. For a few flat broke years we lived like a sitcom. It was always Bestie, Mr Bestie with me and Boyfriend Of The Times. Dinners, cards, cask wine – in each others pockets.
Bestie grew up, got married, had two gorg kids and got on. We were the best of friends still, we lived vicariously through each other – her home and hearth and me crazy nights on the town. She did me the favour of having topics beside her kids and I tried not to keep her up at night wondering of I was alive. You might not feel that’s much of a trade but it was.
It’ll be 19 years we’ve been this way this year. At times I’ve had financial gains and been able to help her here and there. So, I bring her homemade food, often hot from the oven, and at times like Christmas. I think sometimes she feels I’ve done to much. But my Bestie could not be more wrong! For a thousand nights on the phone telling me it’s ok, for the sensible she brings to my chaotic, for the honor it is to have her stand by and for me – there just isn’t enough money in the world.
Our true friends, those that see all that is rotten in us but love us anyway are worth time and adoration. Go adore someone today!
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