Just wanted to say “Happy Birthday” to two of my favorite ladies.
Yesterday, one of my oldest friends—we went to the same elementary school—turned 24. Caralina is one of a few (literally, a few) people from my high school who I still speak to. You can guess what that says about me and/or my high school, but that is probably for another post. Because now I want to celebrate my dear friend Caralina who was my friend when I wore Juicy Couture t-shirts; who listened to me as I went on about my first teenage crush and nodded in furious agreement that his girlfriend had absolutely nothing going for her; who covered for me when I got caught in a fib, or several; who did my makeup for every dance; who cheered me on through soccer games and track meets, with almost as much enthusiasm as my mom; who made lists with me of all the places we wanted to travel to and all the people we wanted to date; and who got just how annoying most everyone else around us was almost all the time (we were angels, of course). Happy belated birthday, Linabina. I am pining away to come visit you in Sweden this summer and to finally have those European adventures we dreamed up all those summers at Breezy.
Lina on the right with another bestie, her sister, Steph on the left--visiting Colgate during the summer of 2008.
Today, one of the greatest characters that I know also turned 24. I met Vera at soccer preseason camp when we were both freshmen at Colgate. Gosh, I was happy that she seemed to like me because she was the kind of girl that you just knew you had to be in with—hilarious, pretty, and somehow automatically popular. Also, she called one girl in our class “social suicide” and I didn’t want that to be me. Vera quickly became one of my best friends at Colgate. She instilled in me a love of all words abbreviated (obvi, def) and she always knew just the right girl power song to play in every situation. She was my favorite person to share large pizzas with except for the times when she doused the whole pie in salt. She made me laugh everyday and when we went for a “crazy bus ride” in her Pathfinder, I really felt like I was living the best four years of my life at college. She taught me loads about guys, like how you aren’t supposed to go out on a date with wet hair, and loads more about how to be a good friend, like never speak to a guy who has disrespected your friend and always have your girl’s back when she gets into an argument with another girl at a bar (especially when your friend is in the wrong). Happy Birthday to a wingman and friend with no rival. Love ya, mean it.
My sista visited NYC this past weekend. Back in action. (Photo by Jamie Herrmann)
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