There are people I have met since moving to Vancouver that aren�t just incredible friends because they have stood by me- one since almost the day I moved here and others from the day they met me but because I�d likely not be sitting here where it not for them. When I meet someone there is always that period of how does this friend fit into my life, what part of me do they represent seeing as I know full well going in they are not liable to meet too many of my other friends, although that is changing- can I handle them, are they too normal, meaning I�ll be WAY too much for them are they fucked up and if so the same amount as me, less than me or more than me and if it is more than me can I take that on. I�m lucky and thankful to have the people who decided they could handle the full on depression cut you off for days some times weeks with no explanation may as well not even own a phone or bother signing into messenger because I�ll still ignore you anyway and all ME. I get really fucking paranoid, mad and hate it when my friends with depression do that right back to me and I never learn from it.
The point is two of these people are leaving. And fucking mother fucker they already left me once already. They sold everything they owned and traveled the world for seventeen months and came back just in time for my wedding although that was a total coincidence- I am extremely thankful for it. They don�t like it here so much any more and are moving to Bali for good this Thursday it is all planned, approved, settled, they are going forever I will only see them when I go to Bali. I will go to Bali.
Marc and I have fought like spoiled little bitches and could have easily ended up in some hair pulling scraps and he has made me cry like a baby and John and I have annoyed the shit out of Marc with talking on and on and on and on and over each other and acting like no one else is around at all completely unintentionally so many times I could probably dedicate a whole post to ways John and I annoyed Marc. Marc and I have had girly weekends were we�ve gone for pedicures and talked about boys, sung our hearts out to Celine Dion and danced around like freaks to Cher- they were years a go but some of my fondest memories. I�ve done crazy drugs with them and made three boxes of Kraft dinner in one pot on new years once and spent more nights in the Roxy with them than I am willing to admit. Dr. Stranglelove the house band is not my friend [I only wrote that last part to annoy Marc]. We three just worked. It is hard for me to picture how different things would have been for me had I not met them. In early 1997 I met Marc first in Travel College and he says I was a total snob on the first day and he thought I was a bitch but he also used to think I was a lesbian too so he has been wrong before although I was a snobby insecure bitch. That is the key to being insecure man being snobby and bitchy for serious. I met John soon after and both men represented the two sides of me perfectly and I latched on for dear life. There have been times over the years when we did drift apart for whatever reasons but I have always been there for them and they have always been there for me no matter what because �what� never mattered when it really came down to it. I had never had a relationship like this one before didn�t even know they existed. There was never a dull moment when I was with either one of them and just being in the same city as them at times was enough because I�ve never doubted what I mean to them. John was the M.C. at our wedding and Marc took better photos than the professional lady.
They are so inspiring and I couldn�t be happier yet just as sad at the same time that Bali will be their home instead of just blocks from me like they were for years. These are two people that in my life thank you will never be enough for how much they have done for me.
Yesterday we decided we should make them their monkey NOW and not mail it. It was maybe 0930 and we were meeting them at 1600. We went with an Asian theme the monkey is named Argo Margot [yes I know I still owe some of you promised monkeys monkey season is upon us again fret not for you will receive].
Marc does not like to be in photos. So I�m posting two of them on their travels of the World that Marc sent me by request and one from last night he told me I could and ones of me and Argo �cause Argo rules. They have a travel journal I had linked until they got back that is going back up under Canadian Greepers.
Good luck guys see you in Bali!
