Christen is my "BFF." There have been times since we have known one another that we have gone years (literally, years) without speaking. Then someone will run into someone or we'll wind up living in the same dorm when we didn't even realize we were attending the same college, and bam! we're right back in the thick of things.
I have not seen Christen since Halloween-ish of last year. She came to Dallas and defiled a Whataburger, and I almost fainted in a haunted house (I made it through one room), so she walked my dry-heaving ass out to my car (even though we had stood in line for approx 2 hours and spent $17 a ticket to get in) and sat with me while everyone else finished what was apparently the greatest haunted house in history.
No matter how long Christen and I go without speaking, we can pick right up where we left off. I walk into her house (regardless of whether she is in the process of tearing up the floors or painting the ceiling), and I feel immediately at home.
Christen knows the ugly, ugly, ugly side of Michelle. She was there with me through some of the most agonizing times of my life. Some of those things were my fault and some of them weren't, but through it all, she didn't judge. She just poured up a margarita (or ordered chicken nachos with the black olives on the side....and I said, "put it on my tab") and listened.
Christen is beautiful, loyal, intelligent, hilarious, creative and the most amazing friend I have ever had. I love you, chick! Wish I could "see you next Tuesday." Maybe some day.....
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so, here i am grumpy at work, and I open this blog. you have a way of telling me how great I am when I am always down. I think your BFF meter tells you I need to hear it.
ReplyDeleteBrent is working for a guy today, and we were talking about coming to dallas. I want to hand deliver the baby gift. I'll pick the weekend. soon, baby, soon. As for buying you another margarita- that will have to wait a while. :)
Love you,
christen