I am fortunate to have several people in my life that I consider my best friend. I have the best friend who I can travel to any city with, and who never annoys me. Anyone who knows me knows how private I am, yet I have the best friend who I confide everything in. I also have the best friend who can make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Kristin is the best friend that I have known the longest in life.
I was 11-years-old when I first moved to Florida, and Kristin’s parents lived down the street from mine. I remember walking to the bus stop on my first day of school at Williams Elementary when I first met her. She was wearing a Billabong® jacket and her bangs were hairsprayed higher than any tidal wave that it was attempting to mimic. She was obsessed with New Kids On The Block, and she had such a bubbly, fun-filled attitude.
Throughout the years, Kristin and I remained very close friends. I was the first person to ever dye her hair. (In case you were wondering, I dyed it red like Angela Chase’s on My So-Called Life.) Our freshmen and sophomore years of college, she would invite me over to her boyfriend’s apartments just so I could “assess” them and give her my opinion. I stood in line for hours with her twice (and even cussed someone out who cut in front of her) just so she could see Britney Spears in concert. She stayed overnight with me and dropped all of her plans when I was hospitalized four years ago for a heart condition. We once rang in New Years together when I decided to take a nap on her friend’s wet lawn outside as she played “Heaven or Las Vegas” by the Cocteau Twins on repeat. I still smile at her comment that San Antonio was a dirty city because of the “gross, old building” that everyone was congregated around, and me pointing out that said building was actually The Alamo. We speak to one another typically on a daily basis and this year, we’re flying to Chicago for 24-hours just so we can see Madonna in concert.
Also this year, I was blessed to be invited to her wedding to her husband Steve. Only immediate family and one friend of hers and Steve were invited, and I was chosen to be the lucky person. Just being invited and sharing her big day with her family was an honor. Kristin and I have both grown up a lot since first meeting 20 years ago. We’ve endured our ups and our downs, but never fail in always being there for one another at the end of the day.
A very special congratulations to my
oldest longest best friend Kristin and her husband Steve on their big moment!