The Summer of Deanna is in FULL SWING! Over the last several weekends I have had the pleasure of spending time with some of my College roomies, friends whom I love to pieces but don’t get to see as often as I would like. When we graduated College, we were all set to start our lives. We got jobs, but most of my crew traveled and traveled. I basically stayed on strong Island doing the suburban 20 year old living thing. I visited my friends in most of their locations Oregon, Vermont, Chicago, Potsdam, Fire Island (Summer Shares!) and if I couldn’t visit, I’d send them letters that they could barely read because I either wrote them in crayon or because of my catholic school handwriting; the nuns were too busy worrying about us fornicating to take the time to teach us things like penmanship. Nevertheless, every Christmas night for about 6 years we got together to yuck it up and drink it up; than my friends tucked away their suitcases; got their Masters, got married and started having kids. Before these wonderful nights out it had been 8 months since I have had a beer and about 28 years since I drank to the point of oblivion. Boy was it fun! While out I acted much like my kids do when they are given way too much sugar in a small amount of time. I was dancing like a fool, smiling all giddy, I laughed till I peed my pants (literally and figuratively – damn kids destroyed my bladder!) and did anything I could to get my friends to laugh –much like a 6 year old. It’s been way too long since I’ve laughed like that.
When I think back on all the stunts we pulled, I find it impossible that now we are all adults and active participating members of society – we are VP of Sales, Teachers, Nurses, Speech Pathologist, Location Mangers of Major Motion Pictures however, if I ever found out that my sons pulled the stunts like we did, I think I’d faint. I drank beer from a dirty skanky boot, ran down the street buck naked, once we stole our neighbor’s choir robes and pranced around Binghamton singing like a chorus of drunken fools. Now we’re sewing Halloween costumes and our kids are singing in the choir. Camping now is taking hikes with kids and making s’mores instead of drinking till we can’t walk and sleeping it off in the car. Instead of belting “Total Eclipse of the Heart” at the top of our lungs down Main Street, at 2:00 a.m. in a townie of all townie towns we’re singing Dora and Barney tunes, one friend got it right and her kids are singing the Beatles. Ah youth! Those good old days make me realize that I’ve paved the way for my boys to be animals without even knowing it.
As my children embark on making friends I get excited, I want them to be a good friend, show the love and also experience the love that I’ve received from these wonderful people who are still in my life. I also get nervous because friendship is a slippery slope. The Soon-To-Be-First Grader has already experienced some heartbreak when he was teased that his lunch looked like poopie, or when he was told (by the same little rat bastard) that he wouldn’t be invited to a party if he didn’t do a certain thing…and I just want to cry and beat the mean little shit up. But these things are going to happen and I can’t fight their battles, all I can do make sure my kids are raised right so they can be a good friend, a good person, and certainly not drink any alcohol whatsoever, none zero, zilch, not from a cup or a frickin’ boot. I have come to realize that my kids will be making tons of friends over the years and some will last forever, others will break their hearts and still some will only be around for a specific amount of time.
Time is a funny thing, it sneaks up on you and you suddenly realize you’re about to turn forty, or it moves so slowly it drives you to distraction but I’ve learned over the years that when it comes to friendship time does not matter, it also doesn’t stand still. We wear our aches, pains and control top panties with pride, okay maybe not pride but with the relief that we can still bend down and put them on by ourselves. What I’ve learned is that a Friend is a Friend is a Friend. From High School to College to all in between, we are accepting of our faults, love each other unconditionally and when we get together we always, always pee our pants with laughter, our bladders may be weaker but our funny bones are definitely stronger.
Oh, and Tina, Maria, Nicole, Shannon, Gina, Maria, Julie, Amy…You’re the next stop on the Summer of Deanna Tour get your boots ready!!