I'm a very lucky girl. For various reasons, but one of the most important - my Freshman year roommate was normal. All I really knew about college (besides from "Legally Blonde" and "Animal House" - both excellent examples) I learned from my mom. Her best friend is still her college roommate. Maybe I was naive in expecting my first college roommate to fulfill the expectation that she might very well be a best friend, but the stars aligned and God said IT SHALL BE SO (<---- in a deep loud booming voice, probably with thunder and lightning).
|Documentation of God choosing my best friend|
|We like to dance|
|We look good dancing|
|My arms are always above my head|
|And sometimes we match|
|And sometimes its because I have pink eye|
We also both love Weezy, Paula Deen, CB4 (look it up), piano bars, and Woodchuck Cider. We are also excellent gift givers. She never forgets a birthday. I have a hard time remembering if its Tuesday or Thursday. She came to visit for a night last week while in town for a conference meeting, and squeezed in a few hours to spend with me on a Monday night after her company dinner. We ended up at a bar where she paid the piano man $20 for me to sing Patsy Cline "Crazy". I only knew the first line. It was awesome.
|Shockingly, we don't appear like we're 6 cocktails deep. Also, this was taken by one of our new Australian friends. All of them were older than our dads.|
Love you Kleiner!
P.S. - Don't try to understand any part of that.