Happy International Women’s Day! On this happy, happy day of celebrating every woman, I thought I’d steer clear of my usual rambling of pretty clothes and talk about my girlfriends. This is an ode to my six longest and best friendlings, so sorry if the majority have no idea what any of these anecdotes mean, but I hope it makes you six LOL.
You’re first up babe, I love you. You may be the one who I’ve known for the least amount of time, but it feels like I’ve known you and your little summer dress for YEARS (you’re very pretty in your summer dress). I genuinely can’t remember where we first met, but I guess we owe it to our mutual Torquay gals. Thank you for always making me look that little bit taller, for driving like a 70 year old and for teaching me how to do that stitch rug thing which I’ve forgotten the name of. Thanks for always bringing rum to a party, and for the constant expression of shock in your lil face. Sorry that you have to put up with us laughing at everything you say, but you’re the perfect target, and you love it really. Whenever I hear your name, the only thing I ever think of is “I’m not even that drunk. Look I can walk down the stairs in heels…*trips*”. You are defo one of the messiest and most forgetful drunks I’ve ever known, despite always looking 10/10. The next time you forget your ID or leave all of your belongings in a cinema I might just have to de-friend you. In all seriousness, I dunno what I’d do without you, you are SUCH a babe. And thanks for being the one my flatmates call “the small one who threw up in our sink”.
Lol where do I even begin with you. From being one of the most naive girls I ever met all through high school, even at uni you’re still pretty out of it, and I love it. Some of my favourite ever moments were in year 11 Spanish, where our teacher could not have hated us more, and whom we tipped over the edge after laughing outrageously in a silent exam. And that one R.E. lesson where you told me the night before you had died and come back to life (this still makes me question our friendship). Thanks for being my constant festival buddy, and for letting me make you look like the Were Rabbit. I’ll never forget when you thought you’d caught a mean tan and really your face was covered in dirt. Still one of the funniest weekends of my life. I think you top Anna’s drunken antics, especially that time you got angry at Catherine and threw you’re phone at Timepiece. Uncalled for. And that time we messed with the DJ booth and ran from the bouncers – my fave ever vid. From me giving you your first ever Strongbow at a party to us at the same university living 10 mins away from each other (still), I’ve loved every single second of being one of your besties. You are incredibly weird, fiercely independent and own the most outrageous collection of hats and gloves I’ve ever seen. I love you despite you threw a snowball at a duck last week.
QUEEEEEEEEEN. Perchik, you crazy student, I’m still sour they didn’t cast us to be lovers but oh well, at least we are in real life. Sorry for that time in the library when all I wanted to do was learn the lyrics to Despacito and you got angry. Thank you for always being the hostest with the mostest, for letting Georgie and I steal those falafels and that dip sent from the angels, and for allowing us to always drink wine and play games in your dream house. I’m trying desperately to pin-point memories in my head of us laughing hysterically, but all the happiness blends into one. Thanks for always rebelling with me and making Helen mad when we stole her wine from her food tech assessment before our first performance. And annoying everyone by wasting breadsticks and covering our campsite with that disgusting breakfast porridge slush of which Georgie stepped in and got all over her sleeping bag. I honestly don’t think I have ever laughed so much after hearing the abuse coming out of her mouth from the next tent along. You are the best partner in crime anyone could ever ask for, with the most infectious laugh and the best liar the world has ever seen. Cue hiding spring rolls from Charlotte in cupboard.
Hey Mum, it’s me, Chava, just doing a spot of reading! For someone I spend a hell of a lot of time with, I barely have any pics of us, how sad. We probably don’t have time as we are usually on the floor crying with laughter at poor jokes, bad impressions and more often than not at our friends’ expense. I don’t know many people who can make me belly laugh like you do, so thanks in advance for giving me the biggest smile lines when I’m old. Walking into a lovely, sophisticated cocktail bar with your shoe flapping about all over the place is a personal highlight of your fashion faux-pas. An icon. Ever since we first met as shy year 7s auditioning for Grease, I knew you were the ONE. Spending rehearsals at our first, and last, high school plays was an absolute blast, and I wouldn’t wish for anything else. Thank you for breaking female stereotypes by proving that often women SHOULD NOT be left in the kitchen, unless you want ravioli stuffed with tissue paper. Thank you for that day when we dragged you away from revision and forced you to spend the entire day and evening at Impy, that’s the kind of sacrifice I’m looking for. You’re gonna go FAR my gal, and I think every one of us six can agree by saying there isn’t anyone quite like you who can make us smile.
We’ve had an up and down relationship for many years, to say the least. And I just wanna say the biggest thank you for commando crawling all the way up the field to us that day. If you didn’t, I dunno if we would have made it this far. You’re the most competitive, funny, grumpy (when woken up) girl in the world, and I can’t help but laugh at you when you are telling us we are building ladybirds wrong in that bug game. Thanks for your endless lifts and panic-stricken driving when you have no idea where you are or where you’re going, sorry I’m never any help. Your incredibly long-winded and bad Dad jokes are what I lived for in our library-ridden days. That time you tripped up on the way to rehearsals, spilling your food all over the floor was excellent, Alice and I thank you deeply for that. But there’s nothing I thank more than you dragging me into your school ways, where teachers either hated or loved us. My personal favourites are: you making us miss the school bus after French detention, dropping me from the climbing wall, thus meaning we could never work together again, you kicking me in science when you were angry with me, and last but not least stressing out Ms England so much we were banned from the library. I’d do anything to relive those lessons with you, and thank God you didn’t run away after high school, cos you are still my best friend. Also, I can’t speak for the others, but I have forgiven you for being SO incredibly moody those mornings at Bestival. Those eyes.
BFFL. Love of my life. Babe. I’d first like to thank you for being my absolute best friend for eight years (WTF). Thank you for putting up with my tears, my stress, my irrational feelings and just me. There’s nothing I can’t tell you, and that’s one of the hundreds of things I adore about you. Despite your desperately irritating habits of hiding in my house when it’s time for you to go, making me cry by destroying my bed, and your inability to answer a question, I still love you. You’re incredibly weird and wonderful, and please continue on escaping the country for a few weeks without telling anyone where you’re going, and then coming back as if nothing has happened. It’s exciting. I wish I knew where all those photos we took years ago were, cos that was the best time of my life. Sleepovers with you every night, watching High School Musical back to back and spending hours on end in Londis looking for the best deal. Thanks on behalf of my parents for being the second daughter they never had, they defo love you as their own. Growing up together pretty much all of our life, although we weren’t close in primary school, has been one of the biggest privileges. You’ve been with me through all of my hairstyles, my first date, my darkest days and my lightest ones, and I honestly don’t think I would have gotten this far if it wasn’t for YOU. All these years and never one fall out, that’s pretty solid TBF. The memory of you falling off a baby swing and landing on your head is one that will stick with me forever. Your ‘Chanel’ jumper. Drake. Pepe the frog. Irritating Helen so much she cries. Your laugh. You. Thank you for forever being the Gabriella to my Troy. XOXO Gossip Girl.
So guys, here’s to you six. The six women who inspire me every single day and who I miss more than anything. I love you all with every inch of my heart! And to the other gals in my life who continue to uplift my womanhood, you know who you are (especially cos I live with most of you). I LOVE YOU BABES. I would use our group chat name, but I feel it’s inappropriate.
Happy International Women’s Day.