My oldest friend in the whole wide world is in town. Yup, I’m 5 years old.
While walking about the Plateau we realized that we used to walk those same streets over 17 years ago. 17 FUCKING YEARS AGO. 17, That’s a promiscuous CEGEP student right there. I used to steal money from my dad’s drawer and we would hop on our respective buses, meet at Henri Bou metro and go vintage shopping on Mont Royal…
Now, we both live off of that street. (She sort of does, she’s moving far away…) I work at a bar we used to go to and also at a hair salon I used to get my hair done at… It’s weird. It’s almost the ideal life I had wanted, 17 years ago. Well, It’s not necessarily the life I want now but it’s a step towards that.
She now has a baby and I have a dog and a cat.
In this picture, taken in the summer of 2006 (I believe), we were meeting for the first time in YEARS. I had moved to PA and she and I, prior to that, had had some sort of falling out. The kind that we both didn’t know about, the kind that life imposes on friends when they get older.
We’re pretend drunk. I am wearing a ridiculous amount of glittery make up, yet NO mascara… go figure. I also have braces (the colourful stuff you see protruding from my lips are my rainbow-elastic-covered braces).
Classic case of how things change but friendship doesn’t.