Today is a special day for me. On June 4th, 1993, I met my best friend in Greenwich Village, NYC. We met outside of a McDonalds on Broadway. He was with some of his friends, and I was with one of mine. We were 17 years old, and full of life and personality. I was wearing a Pearl Jam T-Shirt and he abused me for it. Needless to say, it wasn’t the best of meetings to start off with, but a few weeks later we met again at the Limelight. We hooked up in the house of cards at the back of the club (anyone remember that?!) and quickly fell madly in love.
We moved in together a few months later, and dated for almost 3 years until we broke up because I was a cheating asshole, and he deserved better. It took about 6 months for us to get to a place where we could be friends without drama or pain, but once that happened we never looked back. Today is 19 years since we met, and I cannot imagine my life without him in it and am grateful for every day we get together. I have a lot of close friends, but he is my rock. I tell him EVERYTHING. He gives the best advice, and we have always been there for each other. I’ve told every boyfriend all about him, and said “if you cannot handle that he and I used to date, then this won’t work. My bestie is #1 in my life. He will always be. Get over your insecurity and handle it, or we’re done.” I am happy to report that all of my ex’s, except for 1, was not only cool with him, but also very tight with him. I choose to surround myself with confident, awesome people, so this is not surprising. 🙂
To date, no matter what has gone on in either of our lives, we have always been there for each other. When I was doing heroin, and 6 months after I quit had a small slip, he was there. No questions asked. When he was having issues in his life, I’d drop anything to be by his side. He is my brother, and I love him with every piece of me.
About 7 years ago, he got hitched and moved to Los Angeles. Admittedly, I was very sad when he left. Living in Southern California was a dream we always shared. We always promised each other that we’d move there one day. He went before me, and while I was happy, selfishly I was jealous and upset that he was leaving NYC without me. I was sill happy for him, though. He lived in LA for a year before he decided it sucked and then high-tailed it to San Diego, where he still resides today. He’ll never come back to NYC, and I don’t blame him. Although we’ve been apart for so long, we still spend hours on the phone every night and we still have a very solid friendship.
I’m finally getting the fuck out of here this year (hopefully), and I am excited for a million reasons, but Lenin is definitely one of the biggest. Granted, I’ll be in LA, and he lives in SD, but at least I can drive to him in 2 hours. VERY EXCITING!
So, 19 years ago I was blessed with meeting the other half of my soul. My bestie is the most amazing person I’ve ever known, therefore, this day is one of my favorite days of the year!
Happy anniversary, Lenin. Thank you for existing, and making my life more colorful, and awesome with every passing day. I love you!!!
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