On first impression, she didn’t like me very much.
“You didn’t say hello. I thought you were stuck up.”
Of course, she didn’t tell me that until a few years later—after we had been through the usual man troubles and joys; money troubles and joys; and general life troubles and joys that go along with friendship.
Lucky (her real name is Mary Allison—she finds it amusing that a Baptist girl would be given a Catholic Nun’s name) is a cool gal. Like me, she does not define herself by her age and is more focused on enjoying life than what other people think .
She is a rocker at heart. She changes her hair on a whim, will drive 5 hours and back just to see “my boys” (the Velcro Pygmies), throws impromptu parties, and does not let other people deter her from what she wants. She is easy going, but lives by her own rules.
Most importantly, she is loyal, dependable and full of laughter.
Since she is the only Bridesmaid, I told her to pick a dress that would make her happy. Lucky wanted something that looked good and matched my dress. When my mother and I found one, she voiced concern. “I like how it looks on me,” she said, “but this is chiffon and yours is silk, the fabrics don’t match.”
After slugging through a bunch of dresses on-line and in stores, we found the one. Despite the fact we had picked gold and red (good luck marriage colors), the unique “euro cinnamon” color looked so good on her, we scrapped the planned and predictable burgandy/wine dress hue. Lucky asked what color I wanted her to dye her hair for the ceremony to best go with the dress – the saleslady looked confused.
After settling on the dress, she busied herself looking through bachelorette tank tops for the shower/party. She fully intends on getting me up on stage wearing a veil decorated with phallic symbols as Cam serenades me with “Purple Rain” while giving me a lap dance.
What a great friend.
