I came across my high school yearbooks the other day and immediately became immersed in scrawled tales of teenage shenanigans, cryptic symbols, inside jokes to which I am now firmly an outsider, and a dash of my own vanity. And, of course, there was much ado about “loving always” and “forever friendship.” So, in the spirit of “KIT,” I’ve decided to respond to some of those notes now. Because when you ask me to keep in touch, I’ll do it, even if I procrastinate for 14 years. (But I bet you knew that because we’re BFFs.)
Through the years it’s Been kind hard to write in the car sorry get with me later and I will Finish this
Hey BaBe I am back well beutiFul person Beutiful looks well as the love I have for our friendship knows no Bounds and thats about all I can
P.S. KIT or Else
It really always has been hard to write in the car, hasn’t it? A decade and a half has done little to improve bumpy terrain, I’m afraid. So I am writing this from a laptop, which is not a dirty dance, but a computer that you can bring into coffee shops and join in the great mass of people contentedly ignoring each other for hours on end. Which reminds me of something I really have to tweet to 2000 strangers– sorry, get with me later and I will finish this.
How was I in bed? He He. I’m sorry that we didn’t get to know eachother sooner. I think we could have been good friends. So, I hope you don’t think I hate you still, ‘cuz I don’t. Good luck, in life’s little endeavor.
P.S. (Banana) he. he.
I have no idea who you are and know nothing about your bananas, either post-scriptedly or euphemistically. I can only hope you have left out the whole bunch when, in life’s little endeavor, you’ve sought to become good friends with people and withhold your apparent hatred. Hehe.
Tamára Tamanova Tesoro Guisado Lunardo Garcia Marquez, [Exactly two of these names are actually mine.]
[Heavily truncated because BFFs get chatty.]…When I think back on how many guys became obsessed with you this year I’m overwhelmed!! You’re a goddess! (As we already know!) Someday…you’ll probably be living down the street from me w/ your husband (who will he be??) your 2 kids, no pets– maybe a cat if you can find one you’re not alergic to!! You’ll be successful of course. I’ll probably be on my 3rd husband, (-3 husbands and 4 kids later!) 2 dogs, some cats, god knows what else!…But we’ll keep in touch!! I love you. (Always and forever) -A.
I regret to inform you I am not a goddess. I am blogger, which is not the same, but it does occasionally result in the odd obsession. We have this thing now called a cyber-stalker. Life is weird.
I don’t live down the street or even on the same coast as you, but a nifty invention called Facebook has made it so that all of our most mundane moments are still right on up in each other’s faces. Technology has become terrifying.
As a matter of fact, my husband is the boy you will have introduced me to a year after taking up a page and a half of my yearbook (fair trade). In typical overachiever fashion, I had not two but five children; true to form, I continue to hold animals in suspicion. I may still consider a cat.
I regret to inform you I am not successful. I am a blogger, which is not the same, but it does occasionally result in the odd book deal. We have this thing now called the humble-brag. Life is weird.
You have no children and have never been married, but perhaps you have a menagerie after all? God knows what else I can find out on Facebook. We’ll keep in touch sporadically and virtually.
I love the memories of you (always and forever),
I was class of ’98– how about you? What were you like in high school? Wanna share a memory? KIT!