lots of people collect things:
shot glasses.
teapots. (my mom)
those weird little spoons. (i don’t get that – it’s bizarre)
matches. (me)
boots. (me)
jeans. (me)
sunglasses (someone who i’m not permitted to mention in my blog)
best friends! (me, again.)

when it comes to best friends, i’m hard pressed to pick just one.

there are five gals that i went to high school with and am still very very close to and i consider them all my besties.

(i’m not comfortable naming names because my wildly popular blog invites stalkers. no, that’s not true. i don’t have any readers. just you girls. but still…i shall honor your privacy)

without further ado:

gal #1: loves everyone and everything (mostly). has the best laugh in the world. and i just adore the crap outta her. she’s so sweet that i worry about her sometimes, i’m completely overprotective of her…but she’s a tough little cookie. she can handle herself. however! if anyone hurt her, i wouldn’t hesitate to cut someone.

gal #2: my sounding board when i’m feeling a little crazy. she supplies me with wise mind, a fresh pair of eyes to see the situation with, and most importantly, wears the same shoe size as me. she’s my little bookend. (and closer to wise mind than i’ll ever be, but i’d never ever admit that to her)

gal #3: my courageous one. she’s the one with an air of mystery about her. (i’ve always wanted an air of mystery, but can’t seem to attain one. i think it’s because i talk too much. and overshare. all the time. oh well.) she’s also my favorite activity partner. i can always count on her to join me for a fun workout class or a hike. i love her for her honesty (she’s quick to tell you how she feels and i respect that!) and her spirit.

gal #4: i call her my sister. we’ve been through some rough patches (we used to be very alike). she’s a bit of a drifter. at times we’re super close and other times we will go weeks without talking. in any case, in my heart she remains.

gal #5: the milf. if you knew this girl in high school, she’d probably be the last girl you’d guess would be married with two (gorgeous) kids. she was my first friend in high school and the one that i was the closest to throughout the years. she’s more than a friend, she’s like a part of my family. my dad considers her his other daughter. she’s the one that knows all my secrets, all my fears, and all that matters in my life.

there are a handful more (specifically two) that i refer to as my best friends as well and i know there are several more that refer to me as their besties. i must say, there are few things more flattering than being introduced to someone as “shirin, my best friend”. i get so giddy when i hear it. i love love love it. when my pals say it, i hear “this is shirin. out of all my friends, she is the BEST, my FAVORITE. all the others come after her.” hence, i win!

and if you know me, then you’re well aware: i play to win. or not at all.