Not a day goes by that one of my friends doesn’t ask me to A) help score them a new job, B) find them a boyfriend/girlfriend, C) hire them for a commercial, D) burn them a fierce remix CD, E) help them pick out a fab ensemble or F) all of the above.
Somewhere along the way, I became a headhunting, matchmaking DJ who doubles as a both a fashionista and casting director. It’s certainly a cross to bear … one I cherish.
I would do just about anything for my close friends. I’m helpful to a fault. I’m even more helpful if you buy me a margarita. Ask anyone. (I haven’t bought a drink for myself since the Reagan administration … I’m not about to start now.) My inner circle of friends takes priority. If you’re on the short list, you know it. You’re on speed dial. We talk a minimum of twice a week. You’ve bailed me out of jail. I’ve sat and held your hand while you waited for your STD results. You’ve told me when I’m getting fat. I’ve told you where you can shove your hypercritical and wholly inaccurate running commentary.
Being an Aries, I am loyal to a fault. It’s my most redeeming quality. You’ll likely realize that once you get to know me. I’m also vain and shallow. (Another classic Aries trait.) When you become friends with me, you also become friends with my ego. That’s your cross to bear.
I was truly humbled by the sheer outpouring of kindness when I had my stroke. People stopped what they were doing to see what, if anything, they could do. My phone blew up for two days. I’m still sending out thank you cards. I am blessed and lucky to have people who care about me … and even though I might not say it that often, just know it’s much appreciated. That goes double for my parents and other assorted relatives.
It’s really not about winning me over or vice versa. Either I like you or I don’t. Either you tolerate me or you don’t. It’s that simple. So here’s a shout out to all my friends, my adoring public and any person that puts up with my crap. I’d buy you all a drink … except I have a reputation to uphold.
You did a “d” for me, so thanks. I think we are the better type of friends than the twice a weekers. We can go for years and still chit chat like no time at all has passed us by. Of course, some damn good drinks helped the conversation roll on a bit as well. xo T