KB with her LARGE cake!
I met KB freshmen year of college. We sort of knew each other due to the fact we lived right across the hall but we really became friends once we joined our sorority. She is a wonderful person who is dedicated to what ever she puts her mind to. She is also spunky. I like spunky. I think its a wonderful trait in a person and am going to miss her spunkiness.
Last night was spent just like a normal "girls night out" for us. We typically have cocktails, eat something and talk really loudly over each other telling lots of funny and (sometimes) inappropriate stories. P-Daddy and Jeremy were able to be with us which is always interesting because I think they get overwhelmed by all of the different conversations going on at one time. I also think sometimes they get uncomfortable at how honest we are with each other...about everything. So they split their time inside talking guy stuff I imagine and outside with us mostly just listening and laughing. But back to the girls...I love how we are together. As an outsider I am not sure it would be a whole lot of fun (and I think we completely annoy people when we go to public places) but being on the inside is just lovely. Sure, sometimes you don't get to finish your own story (becuase someone else talked louder than you and everyone found what they were saying more interesting), or sometimes you are the butt of the joke, but whatever it is its worth having this group of friends who knows you inside and out. So no matter where we are in the world, we can pick up the phone and call anyone of us and laugh, cry, or just chatter about anything and everything. We are, in some weird midwestern way our own version of the Sex & The City gals...or the Golden Girls (college joke). HA!
So lets raise our glass to KB as we bid her farewell to Boston! (I will raise my cup of coffee). And to Aimee, Godmom, Gdub, KB and JBU...thank you for being great friends!
From left: (Back row) Gdub, Aimee, Me (Front Row) Katie, KB, Godmom (with Baby Jdub) and JBU
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