I’ve dropped off on Tumblr, but no better time to back than with a post dedicated to my best bird on her 26th birthday.
Happy Birthday to my best bird. My soulmate. Miss CDR herself. In 2006, we met my first week in SF, shared a taxi home from a Grey’s Anatomy viewing party and have been inseparable (in my heart) ever since. My partner in crime who danced on every table from Mas Sake to Vessel to Rehab to Tape. Who hosted educational political events for our friends to smarten-up, complete with visuals/diagrams (and didn’t tell people otherwise when I said it was a costume party). Who encouraged my NYE ticket scam so we could sit at Mauna Loa all night and laugh at any boy who tried to approach us, then tell the bouncer at Gravity she “would rather take their $20 cover charge, place it on the ground and walk away.” Who read the riot act to my exes, organized fat-camp runs in the morning, and sat outside with me on Greenwich street drinking Coronas and practicing the walk from Flashing Lights for hours. Who loves crazy people as much as I do and has an undying love for all things Mariah and Beyonce. Encouraged my amusement for mortifying situations and offered (insisted) to drive because of my “blind spot” in my old car. The girl who has quoted SATC/Clueless/Mean Girls nearly everyday with me for seven years. Alegra, who doesn’t judge that I carry a pitcher of tepid Crystal Light pink lemonade around the apartment or talk in weird voices (to myself). Who inspired me to challenge myself, helped me train for the marathon and edited every.single. grad school paper even though she had her own to write. I can’t even count the mornings we’ve woken up literally crying from laughter at what had passed the night before. I’ve watched you walk through life with such grace and determination, intelligence and razor-sharp wit. You are a magnificent woman and I am a better person for having met you. You are my heart. Oh and you are facking, gorgs.org 90210.