My ode to alex.

So enough of the slut talk for one day. . . okay not really, but this is going to be some reminiscant smut action. Today I have decided that I haven't been showing much appreciation to a friend of mine that I have definitely been through some shit with.... so this is an ode to her:

One of my nearest and dearest friends Alex has been with me through the thick and the thin forever. I met her our freshman year of high school at volleyball tryouts. Alex is a bit of a bigger gal like myself, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw her, clad in biker shorts and all, laying on the ground of the gymnasium floor rubbing her ass saying "Do you want some of this?" She flips - "How about a little of that?" to the entire football team as they are getting their uniforms! I just knew at that moment that her and I were meant to be.

From that point on, Alex and I were inseparable. I would pick her up from her house in the morning before school (Well technically normally around the time school was starting) and we would make our way to our Catholic high school. Normally, we would go get stoned, drive over to IHOP and then get ready to go to school. We would call our parents on the way to school and tell them that we had just been in a car accident so when we got to school and told the attendance lady this, our stories were corroborated. She was the Goose to my 16 year old Maverick. I taught Alex to drive when she was 15. I drove a stick - an '89 Toyota Corolla that smelled of dog and the depths of hell, so obviously I needed a reliable driver to trust with my baby. There were so many drunken nights that I would hand over the keys to my 15 year old co-pilot and tell her to take the wheel. This story is about one of those nights....

Alex had been "talking" (or whatever it is that you do when you're 15 and boy crazy) to this guy I had worked with at a burger joint in town. His name was Bobby and he was missing the top nub of his index finger. He would let the slidy window at the drive thru slam down and tell customers he lost his finger and he couldn't find it all while screaming and franctic - needless to say, this guy was pure entertainment. Alex, Bobby and I went to go visit my then boyfriend and go drinking. I love how when you're 16 going drinking consists of two hours of finding a liquor store that will sell to you or shoulder tapping, gettin gthe nastiest cheapest 40 oz possible - normally a good night would consist of 211 or some Colt 45.... On this particular night, King Cobra was the choice. Bad choice at that. I remember going to some guy's house, playing some drinking games and deciding that it would be fun to go to the water to drink. A couple of hours later, Alex was driving us home on the freeway - bear with me because although I do love this story, I only truly remember bits and pieces of it! I was topless and hanging out the window flashing truckers. I remember at one point Alex had to get off the freeway so I could pee. Me being the drunken genius that I am, decide to pee not in the porta potty that looms in front of me, but beside it. And Alex being that true friend, reversed the car ( A trick it took her a while to learn) and flashed the headlights on me exposing me to the carload of drunken boys. Too drunk to care or be embarassed we piled back in the car, dropped all of the boys minus Bobby and headed back to Hayward. We realized we couldn't go home cuz we were smashed so we decided to sleep in the car - didn't you know it's not just for the cool kids anymore? We parked in front of a random park and I passed out in the back seat... only to wake up at 5 AM alone with all the doors unlocked and keys in the ignition. turns out bobby and alex were doin their own thing in the park. oh what a night.

Stories like this make me remember why I love/loathe Alex so much and why til this day, if she's popping a squat somewhere, I back up my car and put the headlights on.