First and foremost, if I'm the concrete block I'm upset...you couldn't have said apples and asparagus? At least thats a lil' more fitting than concrete! :D
It is true that we couldn't be more opposite but that's why we fit, we mesh. Because we keep things interesting and never truly agree with one another. That's boring anyways...we like a challenge, and I love anyone to play Devil's Advocate with me. She also laughs at pretty much anything I throw at her, which in turn boosts my confidence. I'm always appreciative of that. She's more conservative with her verb-age and I'll just throw it out there for everyone to nibble on...whether you like it or not.
But the day I really remember knowing that this friendship of ours was REALLY going places was the day Kara figured out she was allergic to gin. Yes, gin, and yes it was disgusting. I ended up cleaning her house, throwing her in the shower, and staying up all night to make sure she was still breathing. Gotta love being a 15 year old. When Pam (Kara's mama) walks in the next morning from whatever weekend vacation she'd whisked herself off to, I told her of the incident. She gave me the normal Pam glare and replied, "Everyone woman in our family is allergic to gin. Didn't think she would find out this early." Then slammed the door to her bedroom. I then knew this lil petunia needed me as much as I needed her. That's when I knew we were left to forever with one another and our own devices or vices... whichever you prefer.
Another reason we get along.. we're both self-proclaimed Daddy's Girls. Neither of us are ashamed by this title because it's brought us a lot of good. Not only did we get wonderful vacations and clothing but were instilled with a wonderful sense of business, sales, and finance that most don't figure out until their 40s. But when we're used to having ALMOST every lil heart's desire having some sort of follow through...well we became a little spoiled.
Two spoiled best friends, with a good head on their shoulders, and pockets not deep enough to fulfill their our own dreams. Now we have been left to toy with our own reality...which is broke. We're trying to decide how we think about this society and all of the pleasures of being single and working in our 20s. I hope you all have a good laugh with us, because it's about to get verrry interesting.
Vermont, maple syrup, and a domestic partnership is looking pretty good about now. But I will also take this time to have in writing that I get all of your purses when you leave this great Earth...sorry Lauren Stockymer Meier....she promised.
Luck and Love,
Lauren
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