My best and oldest friend in the world came to visit me recently. It was a much needed break from life. She and I have been friends now for a long time. Since roughly 1981, we figured out. As it turns out we have little in common. We never did. She is a girly girl who takes over and hour to get ready to go anywhere. It doesn't matter where.. just know that it'll be an hour until she's ready. More than an hour if she's opted to go out with straight hair. Then you can count on 2 hours. I'm more of a half hour from grime to shine kind of gal.
She does the nail thing. I waited an hour an a half for her to get them 'filled'. I have never had my nails done. No acrylics'. No fills. Sometimes polish, but rarely. I am, however committed - even addicted- to regular pedicures. A gal must have cute feet, right?
She loves the beach but will never, EVER go swimming in the ocean. Ever. Don't even ask. In a former life, I taught diving and sailing. I love the beach AND the ocean. I will swim in it whenever I get the chance. It matters not that my hair will get wet. I don't care if my makeup is ruined. Give me the sea.
She wears the most gawd-awful shoes. Seriously. She sports blisters most of the time, yet refuses to toss the offending shoes. If shoes hurt my feet, I get rid of them. That might be a metaphor for my life, actually.. if something (or someone) causes me pain on a regular basis, I hit the eject button.
There are many other things in life where we are polar opposites. But in the end it doesn't matter. I know she is there for me no matter what. She always has my back. And she knows she gets the same from me in return. Whenever either of us has a crisis in life, the first question we ask of each other is this, "Should I come?" Usually the answer is no, but it means so much to know that we would both stop our lives for each other.
While she was here we stopped at McD's for a quick bite to eat during our shopping bonanza. We opted to share a quarter pounder. I went to order and automatically requested 'no onions' and was immediately chastised for being so inconsiderate. You see, she eats the onions off my burgers. She always has. Starting way back in high school I always hated raw onions on my burgers and she loved em. I'd order and then scrape them off for her. It was our thing. Silly? Yes, I agree it's silly. But it simply is the way it is. So now, whenever someone asks me why we are friends that is the answer I give. We are best friends because she eats the onions off my burgers.
