I really love Facebook. I have reconnected with so many people from high school, it's been like Old Home Week. If you asked me, I would say that I would never, ever ever want to go back to high school. The drama? The hormones? The acne? The utter lack of control over your life?
No way. But it's fun as all get out to sit down with someone who shared all that turmoil with you, and it's a joy to find out that you still connect.
Heather was a very good friend back in the day. We shared our share of trouble, but always seemed to come out okay in the end. A bit wild but deeply good person, I missed her more than a lot of the gals I hung with. She had a car and could drive during a time I was being too wild and crazy and my parents wouldn't let me drive. That little red Ford Escort took us so many places...
We did concerts....sneaking out....driving late into the night, deep in the wilds of rural Indiana...sleeping in First period History....or was it Geometry?
I can't remember. We slept through it.
One of my fondest memories of Heather is the Poison/Warrant concert in 1990. We were seniors and you couldn't tell us a thing. We looked forward to that concert for ages....and we knew we wouldn't be going to school the next day. Something my Mom still doesn't know.
Shhh...don't tell her, okay?
Yes, we were into Big Hair bands. We rocked out, then spent hours with one of the tour drivers at a restaurant (was he really a driver, or was he just some dude trying to pick up some hot groupies?), and got in about 6 am.
Her mom was all screechy at us (which moms are very good at)...
Heather's Mom: "Do you know what it's like to sit up all night and worry?????? Do you have any idea what this is like??????'
Heather: "We had fun....."
Heather's Mom: "Well, I'm glad you had fun, but now I have to get ready for work and screech and screech and screech and screech......"
Heather: "I got Jani Lane's sweat on my hand...."
All the while, another friend and I were trying desperately to crawl under the couch....and not laugh out loud.
She lives in Los Angeles now, and I haven't seen her in over 15 years. She's in town this week and I wasn't about to miss out on good ol' Heather.
We caught up on each other and our families, and before I left we took a self-portrait....
...and she licked me. That's my girl.