Remember once upon a time when establishing your Best Friend Forever was an important statement to the world, even more so than which New Kid on the Block you had a crush on (for the record, it was Joey) (yes, I'm old) (parentheses)? There was to be one best friend, and you would remain such for the rest of your lives. If there was a friendship bracelet or one of those matching half-heart necklaces involved, your BFF-iness was even more official.
Of course, as we grow older the best friend thing gets more complicated; we go off to new schools, can't believe we ever listened to NKOTB, and gravitate towards new friends, even while often remaining just as fond of the old ones. Our matching Trapper Keepers and friendship bracelets of those original BFF days seem a bit silly as we wistfully explain old photos to our new closest friends, "Oh, that's just me & my junior high best friend." Some friendships, though the feeling is still there, now come with a qualifier.
So it was this weekend when I attended the hippie chic wedding of my dear "high school best friend", for lack of a better phrase. In fact, it's the friend I mentioned when getting my digital panties in a wad here; though I'm still iffy on the social media milestone announcements, I admit I needed to un-wad and put this friendship in perspective. I had a blast meeting her new group of close friends*, and when we were asked how we knew one another, the "high school best friend" label felt right - as much as those small talk explanations ever do. The love is still there, and we fell back into conversation as if we were once again conspiring during Honors English. It's just that the labels have moved on - as have our Trapper Keepers.
*Though I'll think twice before wearing the leopard Revas around the trustafarian crowd again; I may have raised a pierced brow or three.