To Fab Friends.
Have you ever thought to yourself 'Self, my job sucks.' Or maybe even 'Self, why did I move to a new city? I sure could use a kindly yet rambunctious friend to keep me company.' And then BAM! all of a sudden a lovely little rebel materializes next to your desk at work? The universe is working in your favor, man. It's karma. Or dogma. Or yoga or something. For sure.
This is what happened to us when we met our friend Trashbag. We knew we would be Bonnie and Clyde-ing it when:
*We found ourselves singing show tunes on an early morning drive to the airport
*We ran in a 5 am Thanksgiving Turkey Trot together. Slightly hungover. Barely finishing.
*Matching charm bracelets. A love for gold. Fashion. Champagne. Marie Antoinette. (Like...we were totally separated at birth.)
*Morning cinnamon dolce lattes swaps
*Trading stories of loving and losing. Mostly just losing. Still losing........And losing.......But kickin' up our heels and laughing all the way (wild women rarely get the blues).
So we just wanted to take a second and give a big 'ol 'Thanks Be To Fab Friends.' Trash just stopped by for a visit to The Windy City, dropped off Eat, Pray, Love for us to read. Requested to become F & J's 'slutty intern' and propositioned us to become her new roommate next year ('in an incredible place where we can become pimps together') when she moves to the city. Yes, this is why we are friends.
Good friends make our world go round. And just complete us on a higher level. And when we tell them to 'wear something slutty' and they say 'I am' and we say 'okay good, me too.' we just know that we were meant to be. And when we are talking about future goals, our hearts' desires, and aspirations and they tell us that in the future they just really want their 'husband to come home from work, swing open the door, and f#$% the shit' out of them- we just know, somehow, that our friendship is solid French Revolution era gold.
Give a shout out to your fav friends. Your T-Mobile Top 5. Your Myspace Top 30. Whatever. Just let them (and us) know why you effing dig them. The world will be prettier.