I needed to share these thoughts with the world because what I love most about this child is that very few people would actually believe she says and does the things she says and does.
I would do this post no justice if I didnt take a stroll back in memory lane to 7th grade, when I first met this skinny, twiggy, girl with a mushroom haircut, shiny braces, and a huge ass. I dont remember much but I think it went kinda like this:
Chantel : Hey Nicole, Im Chantel, and im leaving westminster next year to go to a new school so how about on our last day of school, we dress up as spice girls and do a dance performance for the entire student body right here in the courtyard.
Nicole: Sure. As long as I can be Posh Spice.
True story, ladies and gentlemen. We try and think back to our reasoning behind this but there is none. We literally had three days of dance practice at chantels house, came to school on the last day with costumes in our back pack, spread the news to everyone to be at the courtyard at 3pm, and then literally danced and sang to "Spice Up Your Life". She was Ginger, go figure.
Chantel, the lucky bitch, then ofcourse switched schools and this is when I realized she got the better end of the deal. No, she didnt need to come back to 8th grade and see all the same people she ushered into the courtyard that infamous day. But we, the rest of the spice girls themselves, sure as hell did. Chant and I lost touch, Id see her occasionally at Sunset Place wearing ridiculous outfits straight out of RAVE but thats as far as our communication levels went. She did, however, invite me to her 15th bday, and me being the most random person in the world, went and actually slept over her house. This is when I realized she wasnt the same lil Chanty with mushroom haircuts and water bras.
Lo and behold, she was sent back to Boot Camp aka Westminster her Sophomore year. She came to school on the first day with yellow, blonde hair and two white stripes for bangs. She now thought I was a nerdy, sheltered loser, and I thought she was a freako who would just sit behind me in class and draw mushrooms on these love letters shed send to her fellow weirdos. Our parents remained friends and then my mom became her mom's realtor. This meant Chantel and I had to hang out after school and go see houses together.
We both eventually started to grow on eachother. We did what all my friends and I did sophmore year, we went to Sunset Place and house parties named CRAVE and Peaches and Cream ( i know you all went too, dont lie). We realized we had a common denominator, a love history with several Belen boys so we kinda hit it off. One day I even told her that I didnt like those two white streaks she had in her hair and at 11pm that same night, she proceeded to dye them so they'd match the rest of her hair color. You can kinda say I tamed the dragon. Then I brought her along with all my other nerdy, sheltered friends and we sorta created a mixture of nerdy meets wild.
Lots of insanity happened those next couple of years but I realized that as wild as this cherry pop was, she had a heart bigger than the statue of liberty ( and you all know I think that's HUGE). She was always there to beat bitches up, literally, and always there to write you a cheesy ass note. However, we also definitely had our differences that would lead to some pretty disastrous fights ( i once almost walked home from TCBY, that's how bad it was). Then one huge, dumb fight came along that sent us on a two year hiatus from eachother.
At this point, Ashley, Lisa, and I had gone to FSU but the memories of chant didnt fade. Ash and I would ponder when, and if, we would all become friends again. One magical day, the reunion took place, tears were shed, hugs were given and its as if NOTHING had ever happened. It was mystical and wonderful and we never questioned anything ever again. This rebirth of friendship took on a life all of its own. Chantel and Diana moved up to FSU and this is when the Five of us become The Vultures.
Junior Year of FSU was, and still may be, the best year of my life. Inside jokes like no other were created and Chant, Dee, and I would go out every single night. Chantel and I never fought again. We realized that we had way more in common than we thought but at the same time were also very opposite. Our differences united us and I guess you can sorta say we became a tag team. We realized what we really enjoyed in life was eating, scheming, and making fun of ashley together.
Then a trip came along that started an entire new era of our friendship. I call this the 'Era of The BIGGLESWORTH'. See, we took a trip to Vegas one eventful memorial weekend and a certain conversation took place on that plane that would change my life and happiness forever. This is when I realize that no one will ever understand us and our humor and that, itself, is what makes this friendship truly amazing. You see, chantel was hungry. and Instead of saying "im hungry, I want that snack pack that stewardess is offering for $10 dollars", chantel, who immediately evolved into bigglesworth that second said " uh xcuse me ma'am, my intestines are cramping, could I propaganda you for that snack pack in exchange for the small fee of 10 bucks?". But im sad, because that doesnt do it justice. nothing is the same unless its heard in the voice of the biggles.
After that weekend, anything said, had the Biggles accent added to it. Things such as "yea, so?" and "well, hello sir" eventually became 100000 x's funnier. They became so funny that Id call chantel randomly just so she could say "yea, so" and I could laugh for hours on end. She became my instant comedy act and any moment with her was just that much more delightful. She even had a bigglesworth face shed say it with.
Other things Id call her and make her say include:
"Da Dilly d2s, Im twenty years old, im surrounded by beautiful men, no complaints here"
"i just sat back, ate my dorritos, and watched the madness"
"well thank you sir"
"Da Dilly d2s, Im twenty years old, im surrounded by beautiful men, no complaints here"
"i just sat back, ate my dorritos, and watched the madness"
"well thank you sir"
To this day, Chant is my Cherry Pie Biggles Buddy. Weve lived together in Latitutde and had pizza sundays, abc.com evenings, and wine nights on the balcony all while contemplating life and its many tribulations. There is a certain aura to her that I will probably never feel from any other person. She can understand where you are coming from even when she is thinking something completely different, she can tell you the advice you already knew but had to ask her for reassurance, and she can cheer up you like no other person in this world with a simple 'yea, so?'.
I can only hope some of you can have friends that are half the friend that she is; Never there to judge and definitely always their to forgive. 30 Years from now, no matter where we are, who we are with, or what we are doing, we will always have the strongest bond full of the strongest memories humany possible. And when we take our trip to Vegas to celebrate our 60th birthday, we will definitely once again propaganda the stewardess for that same damn snack pack. Happy Bday Biggles, welcome to 24.
So old, geez.
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