I'm still way too busy, though the brief is off my desk (and good, I think), but I'm in a state of sheer and total joy. You see, after FOURTEEN long (for me) months of globe-trotting and gallivanting about, my best friend is home at last!
We're talking about my very best friend in the whole wide world. This is the woman I would marry if I was gay and we lived in Massachusetts or Toronto and she wasn't already hitched. The woman who helped me celebrate the taking of the LSATs by streaking along the Boulder Creek Path to the Justice Center at 2:00 in the morning, the woman who once traded Halloween costumes with our male neighbor (hers: sexy genie, his: something dorky involving a white lab outfit) in the bathroom of a bar. The woman whose house keys I once forgot to return before I left for the airport in Paris, nearly forcing me to cause an international incident at DeGaulle, and the woman who agreed, on the spur of the moment, to go to Milan with me (from Denver) just for the weekend. This woman and I once shared an apartment decorated entirely in early parental basement punctuated by strategically placed plastic bulls from bottles of $5 Sangre de Toro. And this is the woman who once helped me finish 2/3 of a bottle of tequila, a flask or two of sake, and an enormous amount of sushi, then pulled me head-first into a bench on the Pearl Street Mall moments before leaving all of the above-mentioned libations in a puddle on the ground.
This is my partner in crime. My bud. The girl I co-chaired all sorts of clubs with in high school, positions we played off one another in order to maximize our ability to ditch school and drink coffee. The chick I played hooky with to go skiing, the craziest mogul-chomping hotdogger in town, and the most fearless adrenaline seeker I know.
We've shared living quarters, piles of books, writing projects, crazed adventures, ridiculous nicknames, endless conversations, a lifetime of laughter, more than our share of tears, and one man (at different times, though with similarly disappointing results).
Her absence has been an omnipresent hole in my world, though her postcards and e-mails and even occasional surprise packages have kept us close and allowed me to share vicariously in her journeys. And now she's back, and all is right in the world again.
So, like, are you excited or something?
Posted by: TPB, Esq. | May 22, 2004 at 10:18 AM
Hey, I think I know who that is. I'm glad you have her back.
Posted by: Eve | May 25, 2004 at 10:45 AM