When we were young, we would laugh at the same inside jokes over and over — “put that thing back where it came from, or so help me!!!” — and they never got old.
When we were young, we rushed and pledged sororities together and attended date functions with our beaus together and would purposefully skip Sunday chapter together because, “ugh, we can’t be bothered.”
When we were young, we would talk in shorthand about the boys we were seeing and you would occasionally intervene to suggest that maybe I shouldn’t spend so much time with that boy in that super Southern frat who had just made me a mixed CD full of Van Morrison because he was maybe not the best of guys — delivered in your characteristic delicate but direct way — and also, because he dipped. And we both agreed that dipping was disgusting.
When we were young, we would occasionally go to Catholic Mass together at the ugly Church on Alderman that we would walk to and laugh about “Catholic hair.” Why was it that every other girl in the pew had the same haircut — a straight cut midway between a bob and shoulder-length style?
When we were young, we would go on spring breaks together, all pastels and madras and Lilly Pulitzer and youth, and we were reckless, careless, tan, and happy.
When we were young, you always felt like home, even when we were far away from it.
When we were young, we spent summers with our high school friend groups coalescing and intermingling, wearing too-short Abercrombie skirts and too-high platform flip flops, spending evenings in grimey Georgetown bars like Rhino or on the back patio of my childhood home, hushed in conversation so as not to perturb my parents.
When we were young, you told me I needed to buy a pair of Rainbow flip flops. “You haven’t noticed that everyone’s wearing them?” you asked, in disbelief. I hadn’t. (A blogger was born…?)
When we were young, you would drive the scenic way back from Charlottesville when we carpooled home those many autumns, winters, and springs. I always loved this curiously sentimental preference about you — you were otherwise so very pragmatic.
When we were young, we would pour vodka into cherry coke slurpees and crawl through the second floor window of my second year house leading onto the rooftop and sit in the warm spring air, waiting for the boys to arrive.
When we were young, you drove me to the hospital when I had a fever of 104 and stayed up until well past two a.m. on a school-night to make sure I was OK.
When we were young, we studied abroad for a semester — in two different countries — and I visited you and you showed me around in great style, generously parading me around in front of all of your new, cool European friends while we both nursed heartaches of different sorts. When I left for the airport early on Sunday morning, we clung to each other in the early, gray Rome dawn. I didn’t want to leave.
When we were young, you would drive me to my 9 a.m. history class in your feminine but sporty gray Jetta, which always smelled like crayons, because “ugh, no one wants to walk to class at 9 a.m.,” you would say shruggingly, unbothered by the imposition in your schedule.
When we were young, we would pile into our friend’s two-door red car — the one where you had to push the front seat all the way up to the dash to climb into the backseat — and drive around Charlottesville collecting the rest of our friends, and then head to Bodo’s bagels on Saturday mornings, an errand that — done solo — would take about 15 minutes. With the whole gang in tow, it was an hourlong laugh-fest.
But now we are not so young. We are navigating the complexities and disappointments and aspirations and realities of our 30-something lives. Today is a hard day for you. And I just thought you should know that even these many years later, when we are not so young anymore, that I still think of you as I did back then: full of promise, destined for good things.
Added myself to the waitlist for this little beauty.
OMG THIS CHAIR.
Buying these in the blush color.
Shopbop is having an epic sale, and this (70% off!!!!), this, and this are all in my shopping cart. Also — this candle is on sale!!!! When do candles go on sale?! — and this would be a great statement shirt for drinks with the gals.