I have few friends in life. Do not get me wrong, my life is rich with great relationships but the word friend carries a strong meaning for me. My friends are my chosen family. They are with me through thick and thin and allow me to be me...whoever that is at the moment. Because of this it is very difficult to make it to friendship status with me but once you are there, you are always there.
My oldest and dearest friend came to visit for the first time in 3 years. We have been friends since my very first day of ninth grade. When I walked into a new school and sat down in home room. He was sitting next to me and introduced himself. He immediately gave me a nickname...it was KayC. Guess it stuck :)
This was us almost 20 years ago:
We've been friends through marriages, births, deaths and divorces. He has been there with me since before I had real curves and was comfortable in my skin. We have seen each other at our worst and confessed things to each other most people would rather take to their grave. He is my brother from another mother, my twin from another womb. Over the years we can still smile together like this:
When meeting MoA (which was totally coincidental) he explained that he was one part of Martin and Will in Bad Boys. The gun toting big brothers at the front door. MoA, being the man he is, seemed to take it all in stride. Guess it helped that it was the end of his night and he had finished performing and packing up instruments and equipment. Even exhausted he looked great and I'm keeping that photo to myself :)
Over the weekend we hung out (hard) with the third member of the crew, drank way too much, laughed way too loud and shut down more than one spot. They gave me insight on this new dating game (my Addiction included) and sized up everyone who wanted to approach me. (Of course no one did hanging with those two)
It was just what the doctor ordered after nursing an injury that is keeping me off the Salsa dance floor and dealing with this thing called Life. They gave me insight and I provided insight on women (as much as I could). Sometimes it is just the pick me up you need when you are with people who know you, get you and still love you without any of the intimate relationship gunk getting in the way.
Cheering on my men...let's hear it for the boys!
Love you guys.
Until Next Time,
Peace & Blessings...