Step 1: Bring Home Best Friend. Step 2: Profit.

This is what happens during the first 2 weeks after your best friend moves home:

1. Make a promise to go running with her then immediately break your toe on the bathroom door---I mean get bitten by a shark (yes, yes that's much cooler)

2. Drink lots of alcohol, then make an artistically political statement in pictures with cheese curls:


3. Chemically straighten each other's hair with a substance that takes a chisle and blowtorch to remove from your kitchen floor.

4. Watch a movie called Reign Over Me, trying not to suffocate on all the Oscar clips and Bruce Springsteen songs (...OK, and choke on your tears. Yeah, I really DO have a heart OK, so shut the fuck up already).

5. Swoon when she shouts to a stranger, "That's not a parking spot you dickhole!!" on a beautiful and sunny Tuesday afternoon.

6. Drink more alcohol.

These are just the highlights. We've also ridden in a car, eaten at some restaurants, and over the weekend met our future selves at the Circle-K together as well. I can't wait to see what's in store for us next! I'm sure it will have something to do with drinking more alcohol and plotting "Operation Bring Home Boyfriend And Morbidly But Wonderfully Obese Cat" in our secret lair (the PATCO train)...

Welcome home, N. I am so happy you are here. xo