Last night I got drunk. Part of that was the four smirnoff ices and the beer I had, part of it was the fact that I’d eaten half a bagel, a strawberry and a quarter of the tomato during the entire day (I guess I should mention that I totally quit quitting not eating, eh?). Part of that was hanging out with JDawg and this girl and her man.
The funness of the evening, even though I had to move a passed out JDawg so I could lie down with the spins and then take out 20+ empties this morning that had covered my entire counter…made me get all something. It’s kind of funny and awesome that Huckdoll and I ended up being friends. There’s a reason it’s funny, and the reason points ever more to her coolness.
So, here’s a little journey to Zoeyjane’s past.
In junior high, I was many things. High; smart; an underachiever; not really cool, but not a geek; a closeted smoker, amongst other things I did in closets. I was also just a tad in crushville with a certain boy and his brother. I alternated between the two of them – partly cuz one would pay me more attention and then he’d be the favoured one, and partly cuz one was a ‘bad boy’ – sort of an ass, really, in junior high standards – and the other nice. Picture McDreamy vs. McSteamy.
There were little notes passed back and forth and a few secret phone calls. The climax being when McSteamy suggested I meet him in the park for some action and I was all, the park floor isn’t good enough for my first time. I suppose I was channeling Kelly from 90210 on that one. I didn’t even know if it would have been my first time.
These brothers were such a mixture of unattainable and available to drive my 13-15 year old hormones into overdrive – my first official boyfriend and I broke up over some of these behind the scenes notes, which continued while me and him were dating.
Then we grew up a bit, started high school and went into separate universes. They started skating in wife beaters and smoking every where I looked and I started dating the rock star ex.
Every once in a while, I’d see them around and we’d kind be like, “hey” and chat for a second. McDreamy turned out to be the badder of them, but I didn’t know that until facebook was joined and through us chatting with each other, I remet Huckdoll.
His girlfriend and mom of his kiddos.
Huckdoll went to our school too, but she was this kind of quiet chick, who showed up out of nowhere in Grade 10, I think it was. She was known as being friends with these chicks who I thought were a bunch of bitches (not in a good way) and even though we had a class together, we didn’t even talk once, maybe. We were not affiliated, you know?
So here’s what makes her cool.
When we started talking on facebook, she complimented my writing. She gave me suggestions for how I could get into a similar job as her. She hooked me up at Cre8Buzz and Isobel with Pocky. She drops by to just talk and sip and smoke with me when she’s downtown and has the time.
Isobel fell in mommy love with her and I count her as one of the raddest chicks I know.
Really. How many chicks do you know that would be friends – pretty close though separated by distance – with a girl that they knew had this semi sordid, then wannabe more sordid past with their boyfriend of seven years? How many chicks would bring their boyfriend to hang out with you? And watch him hug you hello and goodbye, without even a twinge?
I’ve never known chicks like that before. Girls that trusted me with their boyfriends. Even when there’d been no history or whatever I should awkwardly call it. I’ve never been untoward with a friend’s boyfriend. I never would be and I would slag any chick that did that to one of my friends. In fact, I’d slag any chick who back stabbed one of my friends in any way.
But I just had to say, it’s refreshing that someone doesn’t think I’m that home wrecking girl, for once.
