Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Happy Holiday

I called my friend Wendy yesterday to wish her a happy 4/20. I do this every year and have since the year we met. Even when we lived together, I called and left a message on the answering machine, wishing her a happy holiday.

Yesterday when she answered the phone, she didn't say hello. She said "DO NOT TELL ME you're calling to wish me a happy 4/20! You're still doing that? I can't believe you're still doing that!"

Yes, Wendy. I am.

And on the day following, for years, I'd wish her little sister-my other best friend-a happy 4/21. Wendy's sister Jenny has always been late for everything. She'd always want to smoke a bowl (of reefer) at exactly 4:20 in the afternoon, but she would consistently miss it by a minute. Just one minute!

So I started a tradition of wishing her a happy 4/21. We laughed so much about her trying and failing over and over to hit 4:20 on the dot. I'm not sure she ever did. She had a great time, making fun of herself for missing it by one minute, so I didn't feel the least bit guilty calling her year after year, the day after I called Wendy.

I wish I could call her today. I really liked that tradition. And I miss her laugh- I can almost hear it now.

4 comments:

Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts said...

That's actually a funny and cute tradition.

Rassles said...

I definitely still get 4/20 text messages, and everyone's gotta reminisce about back in college when we had to do that Dark Side of Oz business at exactly 4:20 on 4/20 because it's the rules.

Man we were douchebags.

gullybogan said...

The 20th of April is totally Adolf Hitler's birthday.

This year he turns 120.

Apparently he has lived to such a ripe old age by regularly taking medicinal doses of Ganja. Daily, at 4:20pm, under a statue of Louis Pasteur in an unidentified outer suburb of Buenos Aires.

This year's 20th of April is also the tenth anniversary of the Columbine High massacre.

I'm not sure what role ganja played in that, if any.

TC said...

Why can't you call her?

This was a cute story.