Since beginning this blog a lot of people have asked when I’m going to write about them, hoping they don’t have to wait until their birthday to be featured. Meghan, one of my best friends has been mentioned several times, as she’s a large part of my favorite New York memories but the story of how we became friends has yet to be told. The thing is, I can’t really pinpoint it. We met in ballet class our freshman year of college and I became insanely close to her roommate Amy. The three of us were roommates our junior year and we spent a lot of time together but there’s no specific memory of when “Meghan my friend” became “Meghan my best friend”. Ask anyone who knows me who my best friends are and they’ll answer right away, without ever having met them; Amy and Meghan. Duh! The story of how we met and my bond with Amy can be read in a previous blog post(go read it, its vulgar and funny) but the story of my unbreakable bond with Meg isn’t as blunt.
The summer between my Junior and senior year Meghan and I were both single and I had just started waiting tables and bartending at a shithole on the Upper East Side called Tequila Jacks. Managed by a total weasel of a human, Tequila Jacks had a divey feel, great music, the best quesadillas and tons of cute single boys. Though they were all of legal age they were most certainly boys, far from “man” status. It was a great place for two single 21 year olds to drink for cheap(who am I kidding? We drank for free) and meet these cute boys. It might be news to you but Meghan and I have been known to have flirty personalities. I know, shocking!
On nights I waited tables, Meg would come in around 11:30 and I’d serve her margaritas on the house. At midnight, the kitchen closed and I was off duty and on to the dranks! Depending on the crowd, we’d stay there and dance and flirt the night away. On some nights we’d go to Brother Jimmys two doors down where they served fish bowls of booze and lit Bacardi 151 on fire on the bar while we danced on top of it to Don’t Stop The Music by Rihanna. So classy. I’m not proud of what I’m about to tell you but on some nights Meghan and I would have competitions to see who could get more drinks bought for them. It never worked though. When we got a guy willing to buy us our Malibu bay breezes, he always bought one for both of us.
That summer we experienced what it’s like to be young and single in New York City together. Two extremely innocent and naive girls jumping into the craziness of Manhattans nightlife. At the time we felt a little mischievous like we were breaking some sort of rule and acting totally scandalous. The thing is, we really were very innocent. We simply drank, flirted, danced and went home. If there were any drugs going on around us we were completely unaware. If a guy thought he was gonna get lucky we got some sort of sick pleasure in disappointing him. We just wanted to dance and have fun. That’s it. And that’s what we did the whole summer and it was a blast.
Throughout the years, Meghan has always been my partner in crime, not just at the bar but in life. On many occasions we’ve been mistaken for sisters, a flattering assumption and an accurate description of what she feels like to me. A lot has changed since our Tequila Jack days. We no longer dance on bars, our husbands are the only men buying us drinks and a glass of wine around 5pm is perfect so that we can be in bed at a reasonable hour to get a quality nights sleep. What hasn’t changed is the unconditional love we have for one another. Plus Rihanna still gets us amped up.
Meghan is the hardest working person I’ve ever met. Her plate is always ten times fuller than anyone else’s and yet her disposition is far more positive than anyone else’s. Meg is kind and caring, the most selfless person you will ever meet. It is an honor to know her and a privilege to call her my best friend. I can’t say there’s a specific moment we became besties but it definitely happened that summer. We entered a new stage of life together and experienced some silliness that comes with being young adults. Now a mother, Meg has entered another new stage and I’m so thankful to be a part of it. Whatever the stage, whatever the moment, I know Meghan will be there. My wing woman for life.