All this talk of friendship makes me want to tell the story of how I met macgeezel.
When I moved to Texas, I spent the first 6 months in a shitty little apartment with a psychopath and slept on a futon. I was honing my design skills, trying to teach myself HTML, etc., so I spent a lot of time online. Not as much as now, of course, but a lot for me then. We had AOL at the time and I would chat with my friends from back home, including my friend, who we will call DJ Skidz because I don’t know if he wants his name on the internet. When DJ Skidz got out of the Navy, he moved back to Las Vegas and met this girl online. I think originally, it was supposed to be like, a hook-up or a dating situation, I’m not sure, but it didn’t pan out that way. It just wasn’t there for them. But, they became friends and he told her that she really needed to meet me, that she reminded him of (and I quote) “a rougher version of me” (was that it, dude?) Not exactly a compliment, but enough to make her IM me.
So, that’s how we met… though the glorious technology of the internet. During a layover in Vegas on my way back to San Diego for a visit, macgeezel met me at the airport, where she walked by and we sized each other up and each decided the other ruled. Subsequent trips to Vegas followed, where we became even better friends through chemistry and 3 years later, she and her boyfriend moved to Dallas. And not just to Dallas, but to my apartment complex, where we could yell across the parking lot to each other from our balconies (y’know, if we were the yelling-across-parking-lot types).
Now, macgeezel is The Diplomatic One. I think every group of friends needs one of those. You know, the chick who is extra-cool and loves the hell out of you, but will absolutely tell you point-blank to your face that you’re acting like an asshole/spaz/drama queen/what-have-you. And while she’s beautiful and hilarious, sweet, kind and wicked, wicked smart, she’s the proverbial Wind Beneath My Wings friend. She was content to let me shine…. that’s her way, but there’s no way I’d let her walk a step behind because then she might kick my ass. This is me allowing the sunlight on her face for once.
It’s been almost six years since we “met” and while we, too, have had our ups and downs, as any friendship worth having does, she’s still my family and she still puts up with my ass. I love her for that. And, if you’re not reading her, you should! I would read her blog even if she wasn’t my friend because she likes to talk about her coochie doctor, cute animals, protesters and ocassionally will have martini-drinking lemurs. How is that not fun?
