My Dad always told me, “You’ll never make as good friends as you did when you were in high school.” Well, I beg to differ Dad. At high school I was the weird, Triple j loving, dying my hair black, can everyone leave me alone please, what-everyone-was-before-emo teen who wasn’t exactly rolling high in the friend stakes.
I grew up in the country and moved to the big smoke – cough, Perth – at 17 and I had to make new friends. It was a make or break-wine-bottles-on-your-own type thing and I ended up at a male-dominated tertiary college with the strangest smattering of dudes and dudey-type girls who wore corduroy pants for friends. Never mind that, country kids work with what they’ve got.
Then came the Melbourne shift – paging Teknoscape (our all important Perth dance music discussion forum) and any other drum and bass brave soul who’d made the move from Perth. Luckily through those drunk chats at Heat nightclub I’d found at least one girlfriend to do tequila shots with and lose in Brown Alley. (No really, there is a Brown Alley in this city – no innuendos there.) Then came a break-up in a city where I knew no one and it was my colleagues who stepped up. Well, I forced them to be my friendlings and listen to my West Coast whinging: “Where the hell do I buy Redken in this city? And what is the point of hook turns besides a t-bone car crash? And we call them lacky bands and placky bags and it’s polony not devon! You Melbourne morons.” Just kidding muffin-top-Melbourne, and I love your fluoro green tram handles.
So I’d made a nice little niche of friends in Melbourne and what did I do? I threw them all out the tram window to live to a city I’d never been to. Go Team London. I lived with, worked with, shared copious Tim tam tears with and patted drunk hair with some of my now closest and most amazing friends in that miserable, grey excuse for such a fantastic city.
Sarah and poor Gordon were all too familiar with me still in last night’s dress and sms-ing them while screaming down the three flights of London sharehouse stairs to tell them about my night and boys and desire for greasy bacon. I would never have bumped into these guys twice living in Aus but living under our same fox-intruding, fake-rat-hiding, bottles-of-wine-consuming, Hutch roof, these friendships were made to last. (Yes, the housemate in the loft was really called Hutch)
I have friends, and I’m on the outskirts of girls who have known their friends since high school, and sometimes I am zapped with a teenie bit of jealousy when I see their matching necklaces and them being bridesmaid after bridesmaid at all their weddings and wonder… What would that really be like? I’ve never had the option and telling me that my only friends have to be the ones from high school is like telling me I can only have the iPhone3 for the rest of my life. No.
I love the friends I’ve met and made since leaving high school – the array of backgrounds, the crazy, and the countries they come from and the fact we get along better than a Facebook and a stalk makes me glad I didn’t take Dad’s words to be final. But to those I met in my Beeverloop-shirt-wearing days, I love that we can catch up 17 years on and pretend that vomiting in your backyard after the school ball never happened.
I miss the copious tim tams – waaaah!
I wonder if there’s still glitter in the BH.10 ladies….
hAHa! Have to get Neil to check.. Or Michael. or Emma! That glitter dress has made the suffering rounds. I’m not sorry.
I always look fondly back on out crazy house mate sharing, heat nightclub pyjama wearing days. :p
And now you have a child ! 🙂
Haha the next Generation! Already have my hands full!
Where would I be without the beautiful Lorenza? Probably lying in a ditch rocking and wishing I had someone to talk to. I was only telling the girls that I am looking forward to moving to Melbourne for those ever important text messages on a Friday afternoon…
ME: “at shop getting two bottles of red! See you in ten!”
LORENZA:” buying cheese as we speak! See you in ten!”
Coming from opposite ends to chat, laugh and drink with cheese as the main meal of the evening. Ahhh there was many a night we thought poor Gordon! But hey you will be at our wedding and I couldn’t have asked for a better person to share a beverage or two or bottle with! Xxx love you babes!
Oh what a lovely message to wake up to. Can’t wait for your wedding and can not WAIT! for you guys to be living in Melbourne. Wiiiiiine&chats! (sorry Gordon)