Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Darling Nikki

What's that saying?  When God closes a door He opens a window?  Who thought of that?  Because whoever it was, I'd like to personally slap them upside the head, 'cause in my humble opinion, it's pure crap.

I did, in fact have a door close on me last week, but it wasn't just a regular old door.  It was more the type you see in bank vaults.  Ya know, those super heavy steel doors with that huge spinny thing that locks it?  Yep, one of those slammed shut on me, but not before hitting me square in the face.  I think it broke my face too, 'cause it's not doing the things it normally does, like smile, laugh, crinkle with joy, etc., etc.  It does however, still leak tears, so all is not lost, I suppose.

Anyway, a couple of days after the big fucking door broke my face, a window opened.  Well, not quite a window... more like a porthole, and it wasn't even opened all the way, just enough to let a refreshing breeze in.

This metaphorical open window was actually in the form of a phone call from someone I haven't spoken to in nearly 20 years.  When I heard this person's voice it shocked me so bad that I was probably heard from blocks away screaming, "Are you kidding me?  Are you fucking kidding me?  I can't believe this!"  In fact, Mikayla banged on the window (I was out in the bitch cave) to tell me to crank it down a few notches.  My bad.

So who was it on the phone, you ask?






Well no, of course it wasn't Prince, or The Artist, or Symbol Man, or whatever the hell he goes by these days, but Prince and this person go hand in hand in my memories.

It was Darling Nikki on the phone.  No, not Darling Nikki of the song from the Purple Rain album, but my Darling Nikki.  My very best friend from high school.

We met in Mr. Greek's 9th grade Earth Science class and there was instant chemistry (Ooh, that just made me giggle... another science word) between us.  No one before or since has ever made me laugh as much as Nikki did.  From this point on we were inseparable and annoyingly loud.  All. The. Time.  We passed notes, talked about which teachers had the best bulges and had secret code words for things we didn't want other people to know about.  For example.  IF.  That means, "I farted."  Then there was SWAIN, but I can't for the life of me remember what that stood for.  "So what... something."  I'll have to ask Nikki.

We spent a lot of time in this room.  This was my house in NY, the basement that was turned into a den.  A dark, dank, damp, horribly decorated (even for 1984) room, but we loved spending time down there.


Nikki would walk home from school with me often and we'd immediately hit the fridge or pantry.  Nikki loved spending time at my house because of the over-abundance of food.  I'd blame it on us being Italian, but I think it had more to do with my mom thinking we'd have a nuclear attack, and if there wasn't enough pre-packaged food in the house, we'd have to resort to eating each other.  

After a snack... I remember eating lots of toast and cream cheese sandwiches... the two of us would lay on the damp, smelly, extremely ugly carpet to take a nap in front of the wood burning stove we had down there.  It was just to the left of that ultra groovy example of Early American Crap furniture we were sitting on.  Sometimes, if there wasn't a fire lit, we'd use the propane heater to keep warm.



Nikki dated Jimmy's best friend, Dave, for a while.  That didn't go so well.


Did I mention that we laughed a lot?  There was one night when Nikki slept over that we laughed so much, I wet my pants at least 7 times.  It may have been more.  I'll have to ask Nikki.

Okay, I know Nikki is reading this, so I have to ask, Nikki, do you remember working on our time line for Earth Science while sprawled out on my kitchen floor?  Do you remember that while you were drawing a fish (Nikki is a fantastic artist btw) all you did was say "bony fishies" and we cracked up so bad that my mom thought we were losing our minds?  Do you then remember that Mom started laughing so hard she fell off the kitchen chair?  

Man I love that memory.






Senior prom, 1988







Jimmy, Nikki and me, graduation day, 1988




Over the next couple of years our friendship deteriorated and I can't even remember exactly how it happened.  I do have one regret when it comes to Nikki... not something that I'll share with all of you, but she'll know what I'm talking about when she reads this.  It was the trip she took down to Florida, not long after I moved here with my parents.  Her visit turned into a total disaster, and again, I don't remember exactly why.  Nikki, I don't think I ever apologized to you for what happened that week.  No, not what happened... what I did.  From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry.  It's one of my life's biggest regrets and embarrassments.



Here's a picture of me from that visit.  Nikki took this of me while we were on the Magic Kingdom ferry.  Don't say it.  I know.  I was frickin' hot.  And imagine, I thought I was fat at the time.  If only I could have seen 20 years into my future, maybe I would have enjoyed the body I was in at the time.







As Bob Hope used to say, "Thanks for the memories", Nikki.  Falling asleep to Prince's Purple Rain or Pat Benetar (yes, I still despise her), going to the duck pond, Sunday dinners at my house, laughing endlessly, and so much more.



These days Darling Nikki has five kids, is an EMT and a caterer.  I can't wait to speak to her again and find out if she's ever done anything with her artistic talent.  (Btw Nik, that naked portrait you sketched of me?  It was lost due to a leak years ago and I still miss it.  Wanna do another one?  Just kidding!)





Nikki, if you don't leave a comment here, I'll kick your ass, and I need you to email me (justwaaaa@aol.com) so that I'll have your email addy!

Btw... did I mention my face is broken?

Oh, one more thing...








IF!

9 "Sister" Lovin' Friends Said:

  • Gweny

    There is nothing better than an old friend reappearing after so many years. Mine came back into my life about 7 years ago. We are as close as we ever were and I don't know what I'd do with our her sometimes. So Happy for you as yall trip down memory lane. You made me smile about a few lost memories of my own Justine:) Thanks!! Oh and hope your face feels better soon. I'm having to imagine you with out your smile and not liking it...

  • nikkicrumpet

    There is nothing better in life than good friends who make you laugh named "Nikki". :)

    I'm so sorry about the door slamming...hopefully a great big hole will blow through your walls and open things up to massive amounts of sunshine. Life sucks sometimes but when you're tough it seems to balance itself out....and you're the toughest biatch I know...so you'll be breathing fresh air in no time!

  • Gucci Mama

    Please tell me the door that broke your fabulous face is not what I think it is.

    How wonderful to get back in touch with such a good friend! That is wonderful!

  • Sara's Sweet Surprise

    J~Sorry to see that your face is broken....
    I too just reunited with an old friend on FB. We've chatted on the phone and chat back and forth on FB.
    No one knows you as well in those olden days as a close BF. Those experiences we cherish and relish reliving through our conversations is an amazing distraction and can possible heal a broken face over time.

    Love Ya,
    G

  • Tootsie

    your face is broken??? WHAT????
    I think its fantastic that you are connecting with old friends!!!

  • bj

    Awww, Tiney...I hate it when faces get broken. Just...hate...it...!!

    I love that your friend came back into your life. I hope ya'll can get together soon for some good good times.
    Love ya, girl...
    xo bj

  • cindy

    Glad you're blogging again! and you were hot!..fanny pack and all! lol!

  • IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAY

    omg...those curtains in your basement!! We had them in our kitchen growing up'!


    I have found a friend all the way back from kindy havent seen each other for 30yrs now .

  • Amy K.

    Woah, Justy! That's the same Nikki who used to call me "stud" all the time (long story!). Seeing a few of these pics really brought me back. No, I wasn't there of course, but that's just how she looked back then, kooky hair and all! Please tell her I said hello! She was always nice to me in high school. There were about five people in that whole school who were nice to me, and she was one of them! (You and I never spoke and didn't know each other, so don't feel bad.)

    I had some kind of a problem reading your blog for the last few months. I kept seeing one of your November posts as being the last one. Weird. I got back in here through NetworkedBlogs. I guess Blogger was messing up my subscription or something. *shrugs*

    What's the thing with the door? Is that to be taken literally? How can one break their entire face? Well, I hope you're okay in any case. *hugs*