I’m not going to call, no name but we went through 1st too 12th grade together, when ever we are around each other we sometime finish each others sentences, don’t get us wrong we are not gay, never had the throught to come into, our heads. But as babies we grew up together, but I trust her better than I do my own sister. She is one of the reasons that I’m alive today, It was her, that gave me the will to live.I live in one city, but had surgery, she came to my aide, I admire her, her children honor me as their aunt. We would be just like Thelma and Lousie, but we would not take our lives.

I think of my friend, Marilyn, but forget the driving over the cliff part. We met through the web searching for answers regarding a rare pain condition that we eventually were diagnosed with. She can be so charmingly adorably funny about some of life’s rougher times. As long as could pack plenty of ice bags and stop in towns to see every women;s health physical therapist between CA and Alabama…..our road trip would be tons of fun. She has certainly restored my sanity when the pain was so off the charts that I was ready to take the mini-van express to Heaven. Friends like her are incredible treasures. I think we’d be laughing too hard at our predicament to drive over a cliff. However, we might honestly search for gyn’s, who give pedicures and nerve blocks at the same time. So far I haven’t been able to convince a doctor to offer this service while in the stirrups. We have to laugh about the hand we were dealt and learn to have so much fun together. She is definitely my Louise.

I rather like Peter O’Toole. He was a wonderful accomplice to Audrey Hepburn in the movie, “How to Steal a Million”. Of course, that small marble statue today would be worth a couple of million, forgery or not. Yes, I daresay Mr. O’Toole would be a marvelous partner in crime….or, perhaps, even as just a partner…hmmm?

My Thelma would be my male friend, Dr. Foot. He lives life with reckless abandonment, and we’ve always had fun together. Not only that, he is a doctor and I think having one along while going over a cliff in a car is a pretty good idea. CA

Thelma is me and Louise would be Karen S. my great friend of the last 7 years. She is the sensible and strong one and I am the crazy risk taker!

I met my heart sisters through the internet on a website for a book we all read and loved. My Thelma would have three Louise’s and we’d have to have a custom turquoise T-bird for four. One of us has the car already, but she hasn’t had the back seat added yet. Over her fireplace hangs an original poster from the movie signed by the cast & crew, including Susan Sarandon. Two live in Alabama, one in Georgia and I’m in Texas, but we are gathering at the beach for a few days at Halloween for Treat or Treat. Sherry’s son was set to marry on the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama when Hurricane Ivan came in and destroyed her house and took everything. We all threw stuff in our cars and headed there to give those kids a beautiful beach wedding among the ruins. We’ve held each other through devastating illness, deaths, moves, job changes, traumas with children, divorce, sending loved ones off to war, and we always manage to come through it laughing so hard we lose our breath. We are irreverent, sassy, strong, swear too much, weep from sorrow and joy, drink dirty martinis or wine and then go skinny dipping in the Gulf under the moonlight. When we travel, we stay in one room with the blackout drapes drawn, the thermostat turned to freeze, lots of snacks, set up our bar on the hotel ironing board, and we always watch a movie together. Yep, there are four of us. My spirit is lifted and my heart filled with love for Laura, Ramona and Sherry, my true sisters of the heart.

Oops, *I* would be Louise with three Thelma’s.

My Thelma would be Rena who is the dearest friend in the world. She would however talk us both out of the cliff scene. She is the optimist in my life. She is the one with whom I cry, laugh….she is my porch buddy. We all need a “Rena” to share life’s up and downs.

I just never got the appeal of that movie.I couldn’t stand either of the carachters. They had suchvictim mentality that then drove them to do such incredibly stupid stuff. including driving off a cliff. I didn’t find it heart warming or inspirational in any way. BUT I get the concept of the question and it would be my best friend. we’d be the smart version with just the right mix of crazy. I’d be the one that shot and killed the rapist… then we’d go to the police together and walk through the fire together… then we’d go on a kick ass road trip and she’d be the one to do Brad Pitt…

You go ahead and drive off the cliff, dahling. I’ll be right behind you. Then, I’d call Brad. Why? I don’t need to give a reason. (Just ask Christine and Christopher.)

With no thought or question it would be my Sarah. We say we’ve been friend’s since the womb but it’s more then that. We are soul mates in the truest sense of the word, two souls who have known each other forever and who continue to live lives together because they still have so much to learn from each other, and one without the other isn’t whole. She’d get Brad Pitt, (although after much insistence that she really wasn’t interested) and I’d be the one who would talk us out of the cliff end. But even if we made it off that cliff it wouldn’t be long before our souls were back in action having fun and causing trouble.

It would be my friend, Helen, who I met when we were 18 in college. Still close friends but at a distance, since she lives in Maryland and I live in California. But I would stop at her driving off a cliff, remembering when I was teaching her to drive 60 years ago and she stepped on the gas instead of the brake.(1939 Chrysler). She came within an inch of smashing us into a huge Palm tree. Both of us almost had a heart attacks. We both panicked and screamed and then I gave up giving driving lessons.. She then went to driving school and became an excellent driver. Enough for the two of us to drive across country from Los Angeles to New York and back in 1948 at age 21.We drove it in the ‘39 Chrysler. No Freeways or Interstate highways. Lots of adventures along the way. We just laugh and have fun on the phone now. But I still feel the shock and fear of almost hitting that tree.

My best friend Sherry whom I’ve known since grade one. We recently did a road trip and referenced Thelma & Louis… She’s the Thelma! And yes we decided we’d forgo the cliff, as we get older there are enough near misses with life!!

Life’s short, why speed to the edge of the precipice? I’d rather let it come to me.

oh this is an easy one—my cousin Susan from New Jersey! I always have such fun with her and we think a lot alike—and we are just 2 crazy polish girls! We used to call my grandmother and her mother (who were sisters) Thelma and Louise because they were always out and about getting into trouble—like crashing the car etc…they just refused to be old! They are both gone now so last time she picked me up in her roadster— it was like we came full circle—- its who we were now and we both knew somewhere those other 2 polish girls were smiling watching us…………..