Is anyone else cursed with the inability to separate the term “now and then” from the 1995 movie of the same title?
I say this without an ounce of disdain because this movie was totally enthralling and watched repeatedly by my 11-year-old self.
The pre-teen drama. The emotional scars of not yet having a chest. The denim overalls (worn, regrettably, by both the girls and their adult counterparts).
The movie is about four 12-year-old girls who become best friends one summer and vow to always be there for each other. Fast-forward twenty-five years and one of them is nine months preggo so they all show up. Tears, flash-backs, and bad hair ensue.
Demi Moore is dark. Melanie Griffith is vain. Rosie O’Donnell is unattractive. Rita Wilson is annoying. You could say it’s some of their best work.
I bring this up because I’m feeling very “Now and Then” about one of my BFFs 25th birthdays (you can’t talk about long-term best friends without using cheesy acronyms). Although we were never adolescents together, we certainly acted as though we were.
The three of us met in college as roommates in a women’s house at the UW. I was 20, Lindsay was 21, and Annie was 19. A snapshot to give you an idea of how far we’ve come (and how well traveled…this is in Oahu one year after meeting):
We’ve now been friends for nearly six years. In the movie they’ve been friends for about 25, so they’ve got a few on us. But hey, at least none of us grew up to look like Rosie O’Donnell. I think that makes us winners.
And though we’ve never had a séance in a cemetery as we attempt to contact Dear Johnny, we have hosted outrageous dance parties, fit 13 people into a Jeep Cherokee, gone skinny dipping in Lake Washington (twice), run a half-marathon, stayed up all night with nothing but three bottles of two-buck-chuck before a 5AM flight…sorry I just lost myself in the buzz of our beehive of memories. Or is that the buzz of the two-buck-chuck? Nevermind.
Last Saturday night we celebrated Annie’s birthday in high style at Toulouse Petit in lower Queen Anne, and had a great time, as usual. But it should be noted that there are definite differences between who we are now and who we were then.
We dressed up because there was never a reason not to, and we were out to prove we were hott. Yes, two-T’s hott.
We dress up out of the knowledge that chances to dress up don’t happen twice a week anymore, and we’ve never been more aware of the fabulousness of our youth.
We’d order long islands, multiple shots of Jose, and anything pink.
We order champagne (Lindsay), a glass of wine (me), or a gin and tonic (Annie).
We’d scrounge for the cheapest happy hour and tailor our evenings to the clock of half-priced drinks.
We make the plans to our liking. Damn the cost!
We were all single and ready to mingle.
I have been married 2.5 years, Annie has a boyfriend, and Lindsay is actively dating.
We were there for each other.
Still the case.