Since Monday was my bestie’s birthday, I decided to let her write a guest blog post. Here it is…
The year was 1988; the place was the high school locker room. Becky, my friend, asked if I ever noticed the girl who always changed by us and how she never took off her T-Shirt. I must admit I didn’t, but the next gym class by god I would be looking into this weirdo that wore her sweaty shirt all day. After another week we decided we would talk to this quiet weirdo and ask to join our gym dweeb club, this was the beginning of a life-long friendship between Chanin and Cindy.
I knew our friendship was getting serious when she asked me over for dinner. I debated on going wonder if it was all fancy and I would use the wrong fork or it was something weird that I didn’t like and I would be forced to eat it and smile and fake liking it. This was a stressful thing for a 16-year-old. I showed up anyway and found out it was Chanin’s favorite meal….Bar-B-Q Bologna sandwiches. WHAT!!!! Who eats that and where was the pot roast and potatoes??? And get this…we sat on the couch and watched TV while we ate, at that moment I decided I LOVED THIS FAMILY!!!
Years later we took a trip to Nashville so I could meet the love of my life Randy Travis (I was only 18 give me a break). We stayed with her dad and step-mother and got to drive the new Cadillac. We were told under NO circumstances were we to eat in that car, yeah right they obviously had never encountered hungry Cindy and it isn’t pretty. We were tooling around in this pimping Caddy eating fries with the map out of Nashville, Chanin is driving when the tornado sirens sound and she starts screaming at me.
Chanin: WHERE ARE WE??? TELL ME HOW TO GET HOME
ME: TELL ME WHAT STREET WE ARE ON
Chanin: HOW DO I KNOW, READ THE DAMN MAP, GOD YOU SUCK AT READING MAPS!!! WE ARE GONNA DIE!
Me: (with a mouth full of fries) STOP YELLING AT ME!!!!
This was the first of many near death experiences we had together and I blame Chanin for all of them.
In the late 80’s when the Queen of Rock and Roll came to town…that’s right people, I am talking about Joan Jett. We got our tickets and decided to dress like her with white face, black lipstick, eyeliner and all black clothing; we were rocking!!! After the concert we were going for fries and spotted her bus, we followed it on the Interstate and got up next to it honking and waving like crazy girls with Chanin screaming “SHOW THEM YOUR BOOBS” over and over. At this point in time I had no boobs so they wouldn’t have been too impressed. The ungrateful son of a bitch bus driver ran us off the road!!! I swore I saw my life flash before my eyes and I think I feel asleep!
I have many more stories, but those will have to keep for a later day. Chanin and I have been through a lot in these 26 years, but one thing has remained the same; we still make each other laugh and we still piss each other off. But I couldn’t image my life if I hadn’t met that gym class weirdo all those years ago!