How Do You Spell Together?

Back in the day I had this best friend I’ll call Blondie. In an effort of full disclosure I’ll report that we are no longer friends and have not spoken in almost 16 years. There’s a myriad of reasons why we don’t but let’s just say we had differing world views at the tender age of 17 and it never really got any better.

At any rate, Blondie and I were pretty much inseparable but we had very defined roles in our friendship which anyone will tell you isn’t the healthiest thing around. She was the “pretty and fun” one while I was the “smart and nice” one. As most teenage girls will do, we each wanted to be part of the other person’s descriptives and it caused some tension.

I’m digressing from the point but I think you should have an idea of how tempestuous our relationship was to fully understand my frustrations sometimes.

So Blondie never had a shortage of guys who would fawn all over her. And I do mean a gaggle and I do mean fawning. There were some that she was “just friends” with that seemed enamoured with her and I’m not sure she even knew. There was one that I’ll call Suave that started out as a friend and I think they may have dated but I’m not completely sure.

By second semester senior year I was no longer on the sidelines in terms of fully participating in liquid festivities at parties and babysitting/telling Blondie what she did the night before because, well, sometimes I was a little fuzzy on my own details let alone hers. As we did every partying weekend, we were staying at my house as I didn’t have a curfew and my parents were pretty cool about things (Thanks Mom!).

It was late and all I wanted to do was go to sleep but Blondie had to talk slur to Suave at some un-Godly hour. She picks up the phone and calls him, adamant that she must profess her true feelings at THAT EXACT MOMENT. It couldn’t wait, he had to know. Now my room isn’t that big so I’m clearly along for the ride. She’s laying on the floor practically eating the phone in an attempt to “be quiet” and tell Suave that they should date.

Apparently Suave couldn’t understand her or he was too drunk himself as he had been at the same party. Blondie keeps repeating that she just “wants to be with him.” He’s not catching on so she starts this conversation:

Blondie: I just want us to be together.
Suave: Huh, what did you say about forever?
Blondie: No, I said together.
Suave: Why are you talking about the weather right now?”
Blondie: Together, Suave. Together.
Suave: (mumbled, I couldn’t hear)
Blondie: Yeah, I us together.
Suave: I don’t know what you’re saying.
(It is fair to say by this point I was losing my ish and I decided to part of the conversation.)
Kiki: No, together. Together together together. T-O-G-E-T-H-E fucking R together!

They quickly got off the phone at that point as I believe they got my hint that I was tired and it was time for bed.

Point of this story? I can no longer spell together without spelling it out just like I did back then with the expletive in the middle. I know, it’s childish and horribly inappropriate but darn it, it works for me:)