My Friend Pam

DSC01221In front of The Metropolitan Museum of Art…summer, 2013.

Pam and I met on a movie called Mickey Blue Eyes in 1999. It was a two day job that turned into two weeks, bonding us quickly.

The theme was an Italian mafia wedding held at the palace of poor taste, Leonards of Great Neck, famous for their cookie-cutter ceremonies where heavy-set women wear the same dress, dance to More and Moon River next to a 6 foot banana rum cake with their likeness in miniature. It was the perfect setting complete with a fish bar sporting an ice sculpture of Moby Dick that at the end of 10 days, smelled as if he were there… decomposing.

As wedding guests, we sat at the same table day after day as Hugh Grant, James Caan and a host of others hit their marks laughing our little underpaid asses off.

We’ve been pals ever since, a friendship cherished for its natural flow. We don’t see each often, more of an email connection right now…but it doesn’t make it any less glorious when we do.

Pam is probably one of the nicest people I know..bighearted, dependable. If I called her day or night to say, I need you, she’d come, in her pajamas with a pizza and bottle of wine under her arm.

She’s also a happy girl, my age, living life to the fullest. A real teacher for me who tends to isolate, hiding beneath the sheets saving adventure for another day.

She came to visit over the weekend, driving us to a little joint we like on the Upper West Side. Over cheap wine and bruschetta dripping in olives and capers, we caught up on all our business, again giggling as if we were twelve.

We then took a ride to the village along 5th Avenue where just one day after Thanksgiving, Christmas had arrived. The colossal Swarovski star was swinging on 57th, while the giant candy canes were already flanking Bergdorf.

Saks looked like the Ziegfeld Follies, while the tree, though still unlit, loomed at Rockefeller Center.

What stopped us in mid traffic were the oh too bright lights at Tiffany seeming as if P.T. Barnum had come back from the dead. Tiffany, the classiest building in town, suddenly looked like Coney Island causing us to duck and cover.

“What the fuck?” I said, picturing Audrey Hepburn eating her Danish with her eyes closed.

“We should write to the Times to complain,” Pam said, crying she was laughing so hard. “I mean, I could’a had an accident.”

When we finally made our way back, sated with laughs, memories and just a good dose of old New York, we hugged promising to do it all again real soon.

I climbed the stairs to my apartment thinking…how lucky I am to have a girlfriend like Pam.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to My Friend Pam

  1. micklively says:

    Friends like that are few and far between. So many folk expect you to be what they want you to be. It is so restorative to have someone who loves you for what you are. Hold on tight!


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I agree, Susannah. I have several friends from high school, college, and early work years that are far flung. We write and call periodically. And when we get together it’s as though time stood still.


  3. Lynn says:

    Spending time with a good friend is the best therapy in the world. For those few hours spent together, we revert to the girls we once were, filled with laughter & silliness, somehow being able to solve the problems of the world, because our girlfriend is standing right beside us. THE BEST!!


    • I know all the good pals you have loving the banner on your blog showing them all. Women are such strong creatures who hold one other up no matter what life throws at them.



  4. katecrimmins says:

    I’ve lost some of my “besties” through moves (far, far away) or death (the permanent end). I treasure the ones that I have. It’s always wonderful to share giggles with someone who gets it.


  5. And she is blessed to have you also. Good friends are few and far between. The ones who we bond with instantly are truly kindred spirits and they are precious gifts from heaven. So glad you have her. ❀


  6. It’s really great when you can keep in contact with old friends after so many years. I’ve had a lot of good friends but most of them drift away after one of us moves away. It’s great you can still meet her and hang out.
    By the way, I saw that movie a long time ago. I just watched the trailer but didn’t see you. I’ll have to watch it again sometime. πŸ™‚


    • Don’t bother. When you think how long it took them to film that scene, and the short length of time you see it, it’s mind-boggling. I’m not sure you see me at all.

      Yes good friends are precious and should be treated so.


  7. Best food for the soul is laughter with a friend!


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