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Some best friends talk about that moment when they met. Truth be told, I have no idea how Lauren and I became friends. It could have been at the DCC pool, or maybe those frightful junior golf lessons, school, or cheerleading. I have thought about it, and I just don’t know. We are as different as an apple and a concrete block. She is the wittiest individual I have ever met. She has an instant, hilarious reaction, and I am emailing my clever comment a week later. I love chocolate. She loathes it. The treadmill has gotten me through some pretty rough times, and I think she would rather that piece of equipment was never invented. (Need I mention the DD’s?) I internalize everything, and she simply doesn’t. I’m J. Crew. She’s Urban Outfitters. It is an unlikely match that has seen me through divorce, disease, college, and the repugnant era that I refer to as my quarter life crisis. We have seen boys come and go. We have seen friends come and go. What is the one thing that keeps us together? The simple fact that I could tell her I am shaving my head and joining a monastery where I will swing from the rafters naked and she wouldn’t blink an eye. She could tell me that she was in love with a woman with frosted tips that does one handed push-ups while eating bologna sandwiches and I wouldn’t even put down my glass of Far Niente. We just can’t shock each other.

Together, we graduated from college and in unison our parents said “It’s been fun, you’re on your own, sort of.” No more trips to Sea Island, and no more beach club, no more “Daddy, may I’s?” I know one of these days we are going to feel fulfilled supporting ourselves. Until then, we are going to complain.

In the absence of a Louis Vuitton and a trip to Raleigh to show my appreciation, please accept this. (We’re in a recession, you know.) Thanks, Deus Cruise, for always being my wingman, sister and best friend. In “He’s Just Not That Into You” Jennifer Aniston says “I’m getting older, and I need someone to rely on.” (Which is a blatant rip off of a Keane song, but I won’t tell.) Thanks for always being my someone.

If I wasn’t so enamored with male attention, I would say we should move to Vermont and get a domestic partnership.

Happy Blogging!

Kara