'Fab Five' now six feet under

by Sawyer Thomas, online editor

Despite the fun times that were had, and the parties that were thrown, I’m sad to say that the “Fab Five” is no more.

Though we remain friends, the close bond that was once shared is now shattered and broken.  Members make new friends and leave those of old behind, others get involved in relationships, and others get in too much trouble.

What happened to these friends, who were destined to be together forever, is an unknown.  Though the bond was tight, like a close-knit family perhaps, now it remains torn, like a tattered fabric on a high wind.  Friends never call, or they are spending more time with their new clique, and they leave their old party clan behind.

The question on my mind, is why our cliques can’t be combined?  What is happening to this group?  The “Fab Five” used to be an unstoppable party force, but now is non-existent.  It is hard whenever you get so used to hanging out with a certain group of people, and then suddenly they are ‘too busy’ or they are just seemingly unavailable.  It can leave one feeling hurt and underappreciated, perhaps even insignificant in the eyes of your once-tight companions.

Personally, it kind of makes me feel that the only time we could actually hang out was when we were throwing a party or getting drunk.  When one member wanted to ease up on the partying, that person completely lost purpose, and the others ditched that person to go hang out with people they could get drunk with.

It is actually really painful, because I considered these people my friends, and then suddenly they are constantly hanging out with other people, like the new crush or the new group of friends. 

When did friendship and good times get replaced with alcohol and drunk times? Since when did anybody stop hanging out with a person just because they were tired of getting drunk every weekend?  Since when do people call only to say ‘Hey, let’s get drunk!’  It makes you wonder how valuable the friendship was in the first place.

I don’t understand.  I miss things the way they were.  All of the perpetual parties, friendship, great pictures, and good times.  I didn’t know that in order to have this and the friends to do it with, you had to be constantly drunk.  It seems really fake, and I don’t think I have ever felt more hurt that the “Fab Five” is in fact no more.

As I look back at all of the friendships I have had, I’ve lost more friends to other people than I can remember.  Am I not that interesting?  It would appear, that it is not me who has a problem, but that everybody else has an attention span that can’t handle more than one friend.  That is why they make Ritalin.  I can multi-task and handle hundreds of different friends, because that is what I do.  I cherish my relationships, and feel that they can’t be just discarded like a used Kleenex.  Therefore, I divide my time, however precious it may be, and divvy it up among my plethora of friends.

So, am I not important enough that people can’t do that for me?  Why is it that people no longer wish to spend time with me?  I mean, some of the members of the ‘Fab Five’ do try to hang out, but our schedules are so conflicting due to work or other factors.  It makes me wonder what the priorities are?  Why even try to make friends when they are going to leave you high and dry? 

After reading this article, most of the members of the ‘Fab Five’ are probably going to be upset with me.  I keep trying to tell some of them that I miss them, and that they are hanging out with their new clique all the time and not setting aside time for me (which I know seems selfish).  But they just get mad or make false promises of us hanging out in the future.

It makes me seem really insignificant, like I’m being used as a temporary friend or as a ‘friend on the back-burner’ that people use to have a good time.  But when somebody else more interesting comes along, they drop them like Britney Spears did with Sean Preston Spears-Federline.  They never call to go out, but you find out next day that they went out and partied it up without letting you know what was up.  It’s just really rude and inconsiderate.  Even if I wouldn’t be able to make it, still, it would be nice just to receive a phone call every once in a while to find out what is going on.

I try to throw parties, but I get calls 20 minutes before saying “Oh, hey we are at the bar; let us finish this drink and we will be right over.”   It’s the usual run-around.  So then I’m sitting on the couch watching “South Park,” waiting for my friends to come over so we can party it up.    It feels like a knife in the back, that somebody else is more important than the “Fab Five”.

I feel dumped.  The greatest relationship that I’ve been in for the past 18 years has just told me that they are leaving me for another woman.  I hold no ill will or bitter feelings to my former party compatriots, but I guess this is a public announcement that I miss them.  I wish that they thought about us and our group, rather than just throw it away like a rotting apple core.  I hope there’s a chance of resurrecting the parties and McDonald’s runs at 3 a.m. from the dead.

So, rest in peace “Fab Five”, you had a good run ol’ girl.  Hope you are happier pushing up daisies and laying six-feet-under, than being alive and kicking.