Remember the Time: The Trailer Park Lounge (3/10/10)

The first time I saw B was in my Honor English class on my first day of high school. When she popped up again the next day in my Freshman health class, I started to feel like the fates were pushing us together. B was the type of friend your parents didn’t want you to have and exactly the kind friend I needed, which is probably why the universe brought her to me. Over our four years of high school trouble seemed to follow us around, from skipping classes, to stealing cars to South Comfort and strip poker. All of which only solidified our friendship.

Fifteen years, several relocations and two marriage later B and I found each other again. Sitting in the back of Trailer Park Lounge in New York, people start to stare because we giggle like we’re still fourteen. Everything and nothing has changed.

"You remember that one party, when you handcuffed yourself to Gretchen?"

"You remember when we picked up that hitch hiking lesbian?"

"What about the time we were playing strip poker and Wes put on your bra, then Gavin's dad came home and caught us and Wes started freaking out because he couldn't figure out how to get the bra off."

Some people know you in a very special way because they’ve watching you grow up, they’ve allowed it. No matter how you mature and what you accomplish, it's refreshing to have someone around who can remind you of the time you threw up on a dog. It’s a blessing; unless you decide to run for congress.

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