A good laugh is hard to beat. I had this in mind today as I reconnected with my past and called my best friend from high school. Angie and I talked for hours about nearly everything. I can’t imagine a conversation with Angie where I didn’t laugh.
Angie was with me during most of my memorable high school experiences. I don’t have a photographic memory (or a good one it seems) so Angie had to remind me of some noteworthy occasions.
We reminisced about one of the times I was suspended from school. (Yes I was a rule breaker!) Angie was always somewhere in the background laughing her ass off while escaping the wrath of our high school principal. I won’t say too much about this incident except there was a fight and the whole school was subject to the viewing of my blue undies.
When I was in highschool, I drove my stepfather’s blue Ford truck. He was a fisherman so most weekends he would take off early Saturday to do some fishing. That left Friday night for Angie and I to do our trolling. The only problem was that we would stay out so late that the only sensible thing to do was put dad’s boat on the truck Friday night.
Picture two highschool girls driving around Kentville and Wolfville with a huge boat on the back of their truck with music blaring. We tried to be cool. We tried to pull off the boat but most times it didn’t work.
By the end of one summer the police officers knew us by our names. The truck had a little problem with its steering box. It pulled to the left so if you didn’t know better you would assume the driver was on something. We had fun with the officers when we weren’t up to anything. One time I was really lucky. Angie and I had a brillant plan. We took some alcohol from my parent’s supply, drove to JRs, and were about to drink it while sitting in the parking lot before we heard a little tap on the window. Busted! Lucky for me because the officer said if the keys were in the ignition, I would be in serious trouble.
Oh yes, the good old days were filled with stupidity and nearmisses. I think I could write at least two books on our adventures if not more.
Angie is one of those friends that I don’t have to talk to everyday in order to remain close. It doesn’t matter if the last time I talked to her was last week or last year. I still consider her one of my best buds. If hell freezes over and I ever get married, she will definitely be part of my wedding party.