I was telling my mother last weekend that I literally haven’t stopped since I went to Vegas for my 30th birthday the weekend of September 12th. Between business trips to Houston for Mountain Dew and Seattle for Starbucks, my epic-never-ending birthday celebrations, ACL weekend, going away and welcome home happy hours, birthdays, halloween, countless attempts to fall in love, the 100 festivals, shows and events that are Austin’s claim to small-city fame, an increasing amount of responsibility at work (read: time) and all while mourning the Portland-bound-departure of my girl Alex, marking the end of of the notorious #marlex moniker, as well as the loss of my Austin brother-from-another-mother, Jon back to our home town Minneaps- I haven’t had time to breathe, let alone have a moment to myself to write a blog- when I do have a moment to myself I am so tired that I yoga, or wash my hair, or buy shoes, or watch bad crime shows, hence the delayed posting.
That said, I have had it in my head since this shoot that I wanted to write a little ditty about friendship.
I have had the blessing in my life to have some of the most amazing women (and men) populate it, at different stages and constant phases with beauty, wit, inspiration and gifts-abundant in their shared time, love, drunken nights, instagrams, blogs, crazy laughs, dance, and tears of joy and pain.
Who are we without our relationships with our friends? Our friends who hold you when you are keeled over heart broken, grief stricken, stress ridden, mind-fucked and self-destructive, who hold your hair back when you are liquor sickened– our wing women. Our friends who kick your ass, know your past and celebrate those that have passed even though they never met. Friends who tell you the truth or lie to your face, no matter how hard it is to do, who know when to shut up and let you make your own mistakes, knowing that you have to learn it on your own and that you are beyond advice because crazy is louder than logic, but who are there to help you pick up the pieces when it’s all said and done. Friends who encourage and believe in you, listen and hawk your handmades, even when you are too modest to boast. Friends who help you pick out handbags and shoes, duck face for selfles, clink mimosa flutes, group text, hang-over-carb-load, binge rom-com, then join you for Pilates at 7AM. Friends who don’t think twice about your flabby abs, your bad skin, who sing along to “the song of the week” on repeat in the car, they don’t judge the dishes in your sink, piles of last weeks clothes on the dryer and the to-go-box-filled fridge, your questionable bedmates or chain-smoking bad habits.
They pour your drunk Christmas party ass into a cab after arguing vehemently about the concept of North. They are proud to take you out to a fancy bar, even after you have spilled excessive amounts of guac all over your all-white outfit. They meet you for brekkie at 8:00 on a Saturday, after separate, same-night encounters with Irishmen and argue with the server for being denied beer before 9am. They try to help you learn to eat by making you a meal plan, buying you groceries and donating a blender and four pounds of frozen blueberries to your lost cause. They drive sloppy-you home from some random bar-music-party-two-stepping-nightmare, sleep sweetly on your uncomfortable couch and then feed you corn dogs for breakfast. They go with you to run errands to important places like every-single-thrift-store in Austin, Bed Bath and Beyond, World Market, Costco, and Party City (Satan) all in a single day, topping it off with three bottles of pink wine and two packs of cigarettes on the BOI. They have random tickets to some random music festival in Oklahoma where they teach you the magic of the “ice scarf” and you sun-stoke-sleep on each other while Phantogram plays. They show up to your deceased-brothers impromptu birthday party and cheer to him with iced whisky, or dance lovingly with you like the single-fag-hag-princess you are when you turn 29, to some poorly imitated karaoke ballad.
I miss my oldest and dearest friends, those “lifer” friends you fell in love with in high school and college, who you know will always be there, but who’s birthday’s you forget because you are not there to bake them cupcakes, fill helium balloons, or dance until dawn, I need to be better about this. They are busy living their lives, discovering their careers and falling in love in Santa Fe, Manhattan, Los Angles, Wisconsin lake cabins and our shared home town Minneapolis. I don’t talk to these fabulous ladies enough, but I think about them constantly and internet stalk them daily, proud of who they have become and blessed to be a part of their continued becoming, even if at a distance.
So here is my million cheers to Alex, Claudia, Courtney, Callan, Katie, Irene, Jon, Justin, Mims- my Austin posse. Cheers to my “Lifers:” Elise, Brittany, Noelle, Jess, Kris, Sophie, Victoria, Dougie, Kiki. A toast to my mommy and unofficial-mommies: Karla, Carole, Melody, Julie and Chris. And cheers to all my amazing, brilliant coworkers at LatinWorks you know who you are.
The Bracelet: So I am headed off to ACL and my big boss, the ultimate fabulous advertising diva fashionista CK, takes this fabulous gold snake Kendra Scott bracelet off her wrist, puts it on mine and says, “Here take this with you to ACL, I can’t go, you know the child, but I’ll be there in spirit, plus this is more you anyway” – such an awesome boss!
The Sunnies: All summer I bought chepie sunnies and I kept loosing them, jumping into pools and lakes with them on, breaking them etc. Then right before I left for Vegas I splurged on a pair of Kate Spade’s which come with this gigantic case for safe keeping, and guess, what I still have them, in perfect condition, TWO WHOLE MONTHS later! It’s incredible what happens when you treat yourself!
The Fashion Turban: Ladies, these babies are less than a dollar on Ebay and come in EVERY COLOR, they are a must have for those statement making moments at the gym- I kid, but really, how fab ha?
The Flash Tattoos: Seriously every single hipster chick worth scoping at ACL was rocking these gold and silver temporary tattoos, I never thought I would see the reemergence of temporary tattoos for adults beyond 4th grade, seriously… get them online or if you are in Austin they sell them at Mana Culture on South Congress
Listening to: Lucius