{"id":175,"date":"2003-10-31T17:02:57","date_gmt":"2003-10-31T22:02:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=175"},"modified":"2010-07-10T22:03:23","modified_gmt":"2010-07-11T02:03:23","slug":"happy-birthday-meredith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=175","title":{"rendered":"Happy Birthday, Meredith"},"content":{"rendered":"

My friend Jayne (and if you haven’t read her blog, you really should) has a great post up<\/a>, wishing her sister Meredith a happy birthday.<\/p>\n

Meredith and I became friends in 8th grade (basically because of our contempt for a certain teacher who always wore a shirt with a stain on the back that looked like a semi-colon) – and she and I have been friends ever since. Through her, I became friends with her older sister Jayne.<\/p>\n

Jayne acknowledges the beautiful Meredith in a post that brought tears to my eyes.<\/p>\n

Here are my additional things about Meredith:<\/u><\/p>\n

— She pretty much single-handedly brought “punk” to our high school.<\/p>\n

— She got married in December (I cannot believe it was 14 years ago) – during a huge snowfall. It was a great wedding.<\/p>\n

— She supported my Grey Poupon habit.<\/p>\n

— I very well remember her playing the piano solo from Billy Joel’s “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”<\/p>\n

— She can recite the movie “What’s Up, Doc” from beginning to end.<\/p>\n

— When I fall – she laughs. She loves it when people fall.<\/p>\n

— The summer after I graduated high school, I had a bit of a rough time for various reasons. Meredith would show up at my house, and say, “Get in. We’re going to the beach.” She made sure I got out of the house.<\/p>\n

— She was telling me once about a friend of hers who was always trying to analyze every little thing – every little gesture – every little subtext moment, and Meredith, exasperated, said to me, “I just see<\/i> things – and I don’t care<\/i>!” We roared.<\/p>\n

— She used to walk out of the room when Jayne and I would start talking about Trixie Belden<\/i>.<\/p>\n

— My first impression of her was in 8th grade – and it was 50s day – so she had on a white pleated skirt – and it was during gym class or something – I didn’t know Mere that well – and she was in the outfield for a softball game, in her 1950s get-up, doing a Charleston-dance, out in the field. And I remember thinking, “God, she seems so confident … so … so … breezy<\/i>.” BREEZY was the word. I told her this later, and we actually still reference it, in an amusing mocking way. “Well, Meredith, you know how breezy<\/i> you are…”<\/p>\n

— In high school she introduced me to ELO, to Adam Ant, to the B-52s. Meredith was always very cool.<\/p>\n

— I have laughed with Meredith so hard that silence reigned between the two of us for 25 minutes at a time.<\/p>\n

— I know that whenever I go home I can call her up, and say, “Can I come over?” and she will be there.<\/p>\n

Meredith. One of my forever people.<\/p>\n

Happy birthday, friend!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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