Weird thing. I had a best friend when I lived in Columbus, Wisconsin from 4th through 7th grades. Her parents were ex-hippies turned crazy Seventh Day Adventists. She was always rebelling and I was always there to lend a hand. I’m talkin tall boys in backpacks, watching The Craft over and over, hanging out at Kwik Trip and approaching random adults to ask them to buy us cigarettes, all that!
We stayed best friends after I moved to Madison until she suddenly got on board with the Jesus stuff and became a huge bummer who couldn’t get through one single hangout session without trying to convert me.
We got back in touch once when I was about 20, and I was very dismayed to find that she was still a religious nut and just stopped responding to her emails.
Anyway, every now and again I look her up on facebook, of course. Last time I looked her up it was clear from some photos and wall posts that she’d recently become engaged to a guy who looked like a slightly less pale and more attractive Jim Gaffigan. Tonight I got the urge to look her up again and it was a complicated process because now she is married and her name has changed. But I found her and I was paging through pictures and there was one captioned “Ready to start a new life together. 7-9-11.”
Y’all? That’s when I got married. I chose the day in part because that’s all that was available, but also because it’s ascending odd numbers! And I feel that it’s strange that my old best friend got married on the same day. Is it a sign of something? Like that I should reach out again?!
Speaking of which, I had a dream that I was speaking to my mother again, but she got drunk and I was so mad I started hitting her in the face and then I stuck my pinkie finger in her eye socket. Weird stuff.
