On Tuesday I panicked because I realized I hadn’t sent my friend Nicole a birthday card.
Her birthday was still two days away, but she lives in Canada and it takes, like, weeks for the Pony Express to deliver their mail. Plus I thought her birthday was the next day, since all day I thought it was Wednesday.
She’s going to have to settle for a joint birthday/Christmas card from me this year, which will probably be late for both occasions. It’s too bad, because she deserves a birthday card, and a Christmas card, and all of the presents. Nicole is a special one, with a big heart and the best outlook on life who has the uncanny ability to always put everything into perspective. No matter what it is – matters of the heart, matters of your own neuroses, verb choices, toenail fungus – she nails it, every time. And I can only imagine that if we were discussing these things in person she would have the best accent. The strange thing is, I’ve never heard her voice, and we’ve never met.
Through some spectacular twists of fate, Nicole and I “met” virtually a few years ago when we both started writing for the same comedy site. I was a newbie at Bareknuckle Writers and they suggested bringing in another chick, some Canuck that Mike (another writer on the site, and a Real Life Friend of mine) knew some way or another. I was a little irked that I wasn’t woman enough for the rest of the Bareknucklers, and then I read some samples of Nicole’s work and was really pissed that they had brought this writer of far greater talent in to upstage me. She immediately became the star of the show, and deservedly so, and God damn it if I didn’t fall in love with her instantly.
Bareknuckle Writers eventually faded away, and we all went our separate ways creatively, but Nicole and I were bound together. It wasn’t long before we started plotting a new venture for Drizzie and Nina, our writing alter egos, and while I can’t tell you about it quite yet I can tell you that it’s been in the works for a year and a half so by the time it gets off the ground it better be the best fucking thing to ever hit the internet.
But Nicole is more to me than a writing friend - although she is the best writer I know, and a poetess of the highest order. She’s always there for me, always got my back, always there with an email or a Facebook post or a picture or a card that makes me cry and smile and feel uplifted and inspired. That’s what she does, to everyone around her I have no doubt – she uplifts, she inspires, she makes you better than you are simply because you know her.
She’s the Rocky to my Bullwinkle, the Diana to my Anne, the Thelma to my Louise (I’m speculating - I’ve never actually seen that movie), my kindred spirit, my soul sister, my bosom friend.
Today she turns the big four-oh and I wish so badly that I could be there to celebrate with her. I promise you that someday I will.
Happy birthday, dear friend.