It's her birthday

Yep, it's her birthday.

Dear Amber,

Being friends with you for over six years had taught me so much. I promised myself I'll make this short and sweet. But I think I'll be wrong.

We have so much fun together it's not even funny.

Yeah sure we fight and go off at each other but you know what? I experienced so much with you that I doubt I'll ever find another true friend such as yourself.

Getting drunk for the first time was fun. Remember back in 2000 when you, Marie, Faith, Sam, Bernie and I slept over at my house and we raided my cupboard for some port and lambrusco?

You cleaning after us. Washing our vomit. I'll never forget that. That was the most classic moment I had in my teenage years.

And remember on my sixteenth when you and Bernie took me shopping at Pacific Fair just so Sam, Faith and Marie can decorate the house for my surprise party? And you falling off the escalator because you were perving on the guy that worked at sportsco?

Again, classic.

And remember when we all got dressed up and hurried over the Mansion and Insane on my birthday and had to witness the guys from Benowa fighting in the middle of the street?

Remember all the walks home from Surfers every Friday Night?

Remember smoking in the toilet near the tuckshop? Us three [Sam, you and I] sharing a cubicle as we go for a smoke?

What about the times when we would meet each other before form and just look at each other and just go, nah, I don't feel like going to school, wana wag, nikki?

Or the phone calls made to your mum to come pick us up just to watch Jerry Springer and Ricki Lake in the afternoon?

What about the time when I went to the toilet and all you girls put a pile of cushions in the middle of the lounge room and I didn't get the fact that it was meant to be a pile of stones just like in Blair Witch Project?

Or fighting over who gets to like Steve [from Jerry Springer].

Or talking about how Luke Peters got drunk and stripped and everybody saw how small his thingy was.

Or talking about how Orhan and Nigel were looking ultra cute that week.

Or how Ricky Lowe was the hottest human alive.

And Mark Sinclair being dubbed as unggoy by us.

Or the time when I had to walk Abby home cos she missed her stop. And I saw you running around the corner crying and I told you I'd take care of Abby.

It was fun, it was surreal and it was the best cause we got to share it together.

Yeah, true we fought. But I think it was meant to be in a good way - for us to experience other things and move on with our lives without other people holding us back.

I gotta tell you, I missed you though. You were the only one I missed when all of us fought. I missed your bubbly personality.

Your jokes, your laughs, your advices and even your SMS messages.

But as fate would have it, we became friends again. I didn't know how we did it. But we patched things up, set aside our differences and the laughter, the jokes, the bumming around and the stupidity of us started again.

There were times that we would share the funny moments with a lot of people.

We drink and have fun as a group. We get drunk and make total asses out of ourselves.

Remember when we got so drunk we laid on the street like in The Notebook and waited for cars to drive past us - luckily enough, no cars were in sight. We were too wasted to get up and run.

We even managed to have fun with our girlfriends.

Yeah, Tiana is being a bitch lately but I think she'll come to her senses. I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with us?

We bum around together.

Remember the Sunday when we were high on Red Bull and didn't sleep?

And we decided to get Bernie breakfast? That was the best nonsleep I ever had. Seeing the Gremlin with you was priceless.

We ended up laughing the whole day, losing our voices and pissing our parents off with the, "fuck off.. eat shit.." linggo we came up with that day.

You're one of my best friends, I want you to know that. I think it's sweet that you couldn't sleep without making sure that Bernie and I are in the same bed as you.

Not only do we have fun getting wasted or getting high on red bull. We do other stuff too.

Like having an impromptu visits at Dreamworld.

We had a blast. You vomitting after the wipeout. Yet another classic moment.

What makes me admire you the most is your ability to pick hot men.

I applaud you for that.

This, you like.

And this, I like.

True you have troubles with your men, but I'll be here for you so you can have someone to sort out your shit with.

I appreciate when you tell me straight up that I'm wrecking other people's relationships by going out with them.

I like the fact that you're upfront when I'm becoming annoying and being a total dickhead.

Only you can speak to me like that. I let it pass because if my friends can't be honest with me, who will, right?

I respect you for that even more.

You are such a great person to be with that just bumming around with you is even fun. We manage to keep ourselves preoccupied, don't we?

Yep, we take photos. Like there's no tomorrow.

We take photos when we don't look our best.

We take photos just for the hell of it.

We pretend that we're asleep.

We pretend that we're being chased by paparazzi.

Oh, and we actually try out hundreds of pictures before we decide which one is the best.

We've been through a lot, haven't we?

From having a boyfriend.

To being single again.

To being my hook up buddy everytime we go clubbing.

You're like a sister I wish I had. You're close with my family. I'm close with yours.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm so proud that you've become the person I always thought you are.

Sweet, caring, thoughtful, considerate and just being there for us everytime we need you.

I promise you the same. This friendship is worth to keep I hope you realise that because I do.

Happy Birthday, Amber Renee. You old, old girl.

Love,

Nikki