Applethoragus

This past weekend one of my Most Best's flew into Boston from L.A. Genevieve and I go almost as far back as Susie and I. These two women have seen me through every single phase I've been through. Friendships spanning 20 plus years.

Just recently Susie moved down the street from me in Somerville. It's probably about the same distance we lived from each other growing up. During hot summer's we would call each other before noon. "Meet you half way?" We would leave our houses at the same time and rendezvous somewhere around Tilly's (I can't believe they have an actual website). I used to torture Susie during the summer. Until the age of 14 or so she was a quiet girl. She hated having any kind of extra attention drawn her way. I was the opposite. Everybody look at Shannon! I would suggest going down to the local pool to swim our afternoons away. She always agreed but hated it. She would sit in the shallow end, shivering and pruning as I showed her every dive I could muster...and then some. I was an only child and still think of her as a Sister. Her image comes up with that word association.

Through the years Suz has been my rock. We've gone a month or two without talking and it doesn't seem to matter. I think of her family as fondly as I do my own. Mike too.

Despite my torture we had some of the the best times during those hot afternoons, and laughed harder than I think I ever will for the rest of my life. We played tricks on the kids downstairs pretending to be locked in the dishwasher. There were hours of hide and seek-you would have thought that we would have found all the places to hide, but we somehow there were always more. We said the words "chicken" and "applesauce is good" because... well I still don't know why we said them. Maybe we said those phrases in absence of something to talk about. I still sometimes just say the word "chicken" out of nowhere for no reason. We would play truth or dare and one of us would end up running around the front yard with no shirt on, or listen for Ghosts calling across the pond from her house.

This post isn't turning into what I intended. I meant to write about Genevieve and I and our crazy girl weekend-but somehow I got nostalgic and started missing Susie, the girl that is still right next door.