Anne Shirley: "Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet-black tresses?"
Diana Barry : "But I don't have any black dresses."
Anne Shirley: "Your hair."
Diana Barry : "All right."
--Megan Follows and Schuyler Grant, Anne of Green Gables, 1985
Yesterday, my best friend Natty returned from a year long stint in Paris. The analogy we’re found of using through emails and letters is that being apart is like being right-handed and having your right arm cut off. Well, folks, it is now time for the arm to be surgically reattached. Yee-ha!
While she was away, frequent emailing made the situation a little more bearable. Mostly though, recalling better days helped me through it. (Cue painfully slow country music--preferably something with a strumming guitar and a poignant solo voice).
Like the time we had “problems” in our final papers for our favorite class two years ago. In reality, the professor was hot and it was a large lecture. We had to be sure he knew our names. After all, we’d been in the Front Row Fan Club all year and still, when we raised our hands he didn't call us by name but merely pointed. That had to remedied, obviously, since, as we’re fond of pointing out, we were the best ones. After several meetings in his office, the three of us were best friends and thus, when we bought his book and had him autograph it for us, we were only slightly star-struck and he only found us slightly, erm, ...enthusiastic. (Although Professor Lutz did seem to find it a bit weird when we asked that he sign it “Lutzy.” Disappointingly, his signature is illegible except for the L).
Or how many a nights we would talk ourselves to sleep at night, planning the different ways we could get past the restraining orders our numerous boyfriends, like Colin Firth ...and Mauricio ...and Dougray Scott ... and Brendan Fraser … and, well, you get the idea. Our favorite? Wrap ourselves up in red ribbon and overnight express ourselves. ("Surprise!" "Security!")
Or ... "forgetting" that we had a study date with other friends and going to the movies during finals week ... our experiences on the Death Elevator (that's a story for another time) ... getting yelled at in ho (that's Human Origins to you!) by the professor for giggling ... our debates over the merits of Bill & Ted actually traveling--through TIME, no less, in a phone booth ... buying Pop-Tarts so we could use the special slot in the toaster marked "Pop-Tarts" (despite the fact that neither of us actually liked Pop-Tarts) ... stealing posters from the video store ... stealing pumpkins from restaurants and making our escape in the Batmobile ... our run-ins with Star Trek, R2D2, and Morelli/Hot Choir Boy ... the list goes on and on.
The thing we're best at though, is ignoring what we should be doing and instead focusing on something fun (like skipping class and homework to instead watch General Hospital and read Stephanie Plum). Erm, on that note, it's back to work for me.
