This weekend one of my high school girlfriends, Jackie, is getting married.
I’m thrilled to not only watch one of my oldest friends walk down the aisle but also to see all my high school girlfriends and most importantly, to stuff my face with some amazing food and wine.
Let me just mention, Jackie’s dad owns a catering company. So you know for damn sure, we will be eaten well!
I remember meeting Jackie in my 9th grade gym class.
She was the overly sweet girl who sounded exactly like Fran Drescher from The Nanny. I, of course, had to be friends with her.
Her heart was as big as her voice and we clicked instantly.
In high school it ended up being seven of us girls who started hanging out together. It was an emotional blast and we had waaay too much fun for our own good.
I was especially close to Jackie. Our favorite thing to do, of all time, was to drive around in her green mustang and smoke about a pack of cigarettes in a four hour period, it was absolutely amazing. We would jam out to OAR and talk about the most important thing in a 16-year-old girl’s life, boys.
All of us girls were so close that we fought and treated each other like sisters.
I was the oldest of the group, with my March birthday, so I was the first to get my learners permit.
I remember “Big Bill” (my dad) was picking me up from a slumber party to take me up to the MVA to take my learners test for the fourth time (I hated studying).
Jackie and I were fighting about god knows what and remember her yelling to me, “I hope you fail your test, Mandy!!”
In Jackie’s eyes this was the meanest thing she could have ever said to me. She cried and told me she didn’t mean it. To this day she will tell you how sorry she is for yelling at me.
Shoot, I needed that. That day I finally passed my learners test.
Jackie’s wedding provides an opportunity to reflect back on our younger days (not that 25 is that old) and to make more amazing memories!
I love my “pasta!*”
And I love all my high school girlfriends and can’t wait to catch up and laugh our ass’ off!
*Pasta is Jackie’s nickname. (Most of us girls have odd food nicknames. Pretty-much whatever your favorite food is, that becomes your nickname. “Taco,” over here and guilty as charged. I love me some Mexican food)!
My 22nd Birthday, I think..
I can't wait to see these ladies!