Above anyone else, including Blanca Cunningham, Diana has saved my life more times than I care to recount. "Dee, help" was all she needed to read or hear and she was either getting into the speed mobile, cici sparkle, looda, or whoever else's car she could steal and on her way to save sweet lil nicky all the while grumbling "SERIOUSLY NICOLE CUNNINGHAM?! SERIOUSLY?!"
Aside from helping me out of tumultuous situations, she has also helped in unnerving situations. Boys, if you ever called me, or Chantel, during years 2001-2007, there is aVERY likely chance you spoke to Dee and not me on the phone because i was "too nervous" to talk and made Diana speak and pretend it was me. Yep, the cats outta the bag.
I met Dee in 9th grade. She was the new girl from public school who showed up wearing granny panties and scrungies and was immediately X'ed out of the 'cool girl' island I had imaginably created. Luckily for her, she was one hell of a cheerleader and Lisa "Im Too Nice" Colon befriended her which led to her quick inception into the group. Right of the bat, this Cuban Blonde with the 'perfect torso' and absurdly cute dimples caught my attention with her ridiculousness sweetness and obscenely loud voice. And yes, she was even a willing participant in my "Sunset Place" cult.
One of our bond-forging moments together happened during my Senior year of high school when I was dating Louie who was in Gainesville at the time. Blanca didnt let me travel alone to see him so of course I went after Dee to come with me with promises of "Grandiose times" and "College parties." What did this mean? I broke up with Louie the night I got there and it was her duty to find our housing and entertainment the entire weekend. I couldve tested the patience of Gandhi that weekend but Diana was there with a smile, always looking for ways to smooth over any situation, no matter what it took.
Another ingredient that makes this friendship beautiful are our STRANGE things in common. One of these strange commonalities is our equal participation in something we call "Operation Bootylicious". This is when we both sit next to each other in front of a mirror and point out things we don't like and how we can change them. GIRL POWER! haha, its not as sick and sad as it sounds, I promise you. Another torture mechanism we both commonly used was driving to luxurious neighborhoods to look for 'cul-de-sacs' we could all live in in the future. We'd also plan our lucrative careers and acted out scenes in movies to see if we could ever make it big in Hollywood. To say we were dreamers wouldn't be suffice. In fact we still are because just last week Dee called me and said "aye nic, I feel bla, come over so we can do bootylicious".
Dee is and will always be my beloved purple backpack. There is no one as giving as this woman and sometimes it makes me want to slap her in the face and say "BE MEAN!", "SAY NO!" but she wont, she just wont. She gives more of herself and never expects anything in return;She is happy when you are happy and if you are sad, she is sad. The best times of my life were spent on weekdays (yes, during school hours) in Tallahassee singing "gotta getup, gotta, gotta get up", drinking chocolate milk, watching The View, and saying "sucks to be someone else."
To this day, Dee is the proud mother of a gorgeous babygirl named Abigail NICOLE (supposedly its the only name that sounds good with Abigail but we just say that so the other girls dont get jealous ;) She is happily married to my wonderful friend Joel and lives in a gorgeus apartment in Brickell, just like the ones we planned when we were little. Smarter than the average Blonde, Dee is working as a Real Estate agent alongside one of the top Realtors in Miami and showing all the houses we drove by as young girls, still calling me and sending me pics saying "okay so I figure ill live in this one but theres one next door I think you'll like".
There is no feat or dream too big or too small for this lil milf and I only see rainbows and bootyliciousness in her future. Diana, Happy 25th Birthday you gorgeous mother, wife, sister, daughter, and above all, friend. You touch the lives of everyone you meet and the reason this blog came so late in the game is because its hard to word my appreciation for everything you have done in my life. I love you with all and then some and cant wait to build more obscene and beautiful memories with you.
Also, I kinda really need you to stick around because when Im the 46 year old cougar at the bar getting her car towed, Im gonna need you to come pick me up. Geez, thanks.
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