Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My J Friends
Somehow I have a proliferation of really good friends whose names begin with J.
My first best-friend-for-life was Johnny. We learned the alphabet together, we shared a birthday, we purpled ourselves with Mulberries, made nests and sat on stones pretending to be chickens. We fished, got soya beans stuck up our noses, trapped elephants and had some special bond that has somehow stayed. He was my soul mate, in the truest sense of the word. He was my first J-friend. He’s gone now, to hang out on the other side - killed by an elephant almost 9 years ago. But he is still my special best-friend-for-life and I remember him always.
Janelle. Is family really, although not officially. She keeps me sane in this strange jungle we live in. Our souls are from the same place and there ain’t no-one can take that away from us. Our families know each other from the sepia days and we slot into a groove that is pebble-worn and comfortable yet crazy and out-there. There are no words really to describe the marvelous Janelle. Read her blog rather, you’ll know what I mean. She is songstress, cowgirl, master of words. To me she is sister, aunt, confidante, friend. And then some.
Janine. I first met Janine through my sister as a 17 year old, a wide-eyed elephant shrew pushed into the real world and left blinking and stuttering. One of the first times I met her we went out to a pub – a group of us, all girls – and we somehow got into a bar brawl with a group of bigoted young boys who took exception to the high number of lesbians in the group. Janine, whose girlfriend at the time was being groped by one of the charming young men, hit the guy over the head with her arm that was in plastercast. It was the beginning of a rich and joyful friendship that has lasted. Janine - always there for me, fists up and reeling when I banged on her door in the middle of the night when being followed by a strange and scary man, Janine - late night pool and beers and too many happy memories to fit in here. We shared Ong for a while. Ong who was not really a dog but a smiling creature of strange and wonderous talents. I saw her the other day at my sister’s wedding. She looks the same but different. We haven’t seen each other for a handful or more years but as with proper friends we slipped back into our old familiarity. I love that chick and I always will.
Jonathan rocks. He made me realize that not all white Zimbos are long-sock-wearing mustachioed red-necks with a heavy leaning toward bigotry. Au contraire! We met at university, shared Classics notes and late night cramming sessions as well as much booze and many a war cry of “LET’S GET WRECKED!’ I borrowed his car and left it to roll down a hill (by mistake of course) into someone else’s car, and still our friendship survived… I try and catch up with him and the other posse of rotters whenever I’m in his part of the world he in mine and we slip back into that same “LET’S GET WRECKED” ness each time we meet. He came and stayed with us as part of his honeymoon. He is now off and traveling and blogging here.
Julie and Jacquie came into my life later. Not Julie-and-Jacquie, you understand. Just Julie. And then Jacquie. Crazy fun bestest people who you meet for the first time and go “Hey I KNOW you!” I haven’t known them for as long as the other J-best-friends-for-life but they rock and I feel like I’ve known them forever. Julie and I mourned for Johnny together and that’s a hard bond to break. And Jacquie? Well, she’s just Jacquie.