I know I say this often, but it merits being repeated over and over again: I have the best friends ever. I think of it as God’s little way of making up for the family he gave me (he played a mean joke on me there). As I’ve gotten older, I have also noticed that the quality of my friends has improved. In other words my friends rock: they are the best reflections of me.They support me, they love me, and most importantly they always keep me entertained.
Prime example is my girl Eva- a transplant from North Cali, but with an L.A. heart. Last year her and I had perhaps one of the best stay-cations ever. I mean who else would fight with me over who was going to go around the beach asking for a red solo cup to use for the eco-friendly box of wine she brought, and end the fight by saying “Fine, I’ll go. It’ll give them a chance to check me out”, and then sashay around the beach asking for a cup so she could unwind? Eva, that’s who.Essentially we got tipsy at the beach, marinated at a dodger game, hammered at a bar… and had fun all the way. Why, well because she is the best aspect of me: a loving heart just wandering through life in hopes of finding a good laugh.
Eva and I however, don’t have to be marinated to have fun. Hundred percent sober we have the most amazing conversations. We talk about our glowing smiles and how we look anorexic after one day of dieting. However, give us a little something to sip on and we sing Mexican Regional music at the top of our lungs while deciding to take last minute road trips up north. Eva is my sister, we cry with each other, laugh with each other, and most importantly always keep each other up. Part of the reason my life is so amazing, is because she is in it. She allows me to be me, and even joins in making sure I’m never short changing myself on fun much less life. She was the second friend I told I was getting a divorce… She responded with ” Awesome, He’s just holding you back, and you’d make a hot single lady anyways”. When I told her I wanted to move to NYC, in spite of not being a fan of the idea, she sat with me and said let’s make the plan to make it happen. She is my support system.
And as I a writer who uses her blog for free therapy (because yes, this bitch continues to be broke), it is important for me to use this space to thank all those in my life that keep me sane (or at least, less crazy). Friends are chosen not given. And for the longest time I used to keep friends who were not the best reflection of me, solely because of this false sense of loyalty I had. Eva is a reminder that I made the best choice for myself, and that was to cleanse myself of people who did not reciprocate being the amazing person I am… it was only through that act that I could chose people in my life that were worthy to be in my my life.
Eva, I love you girl! I often dream of us as two hot ass viejas sipping on jack and coke on a fancy beach in Mexico… still having fights of who will go and get a red solo cup to be checked out.