...thank you. I don't know what else to say. I expected some response, but never that kind of response. You just go about your life doing your thing and then something like that last post happens and it makes you realize people really are listening and paying attention. It's humbling, really.
I spent last weekend with six girlfriends who knew me when I scrapbooked like this:
And yes, I'm the one wearing a leather top AND leather pants. Classay. I'm pretty sure my top didn't have a back either. OK, I'll admit it, they were pleather. Classay just got classier.
We didn't wear nearly as much leather or our boas this year, and we drank more sangria than beer. We have jobs and babies (even a set of twins!) and husbands and mortgages. We have memories of Greek Week and Senior Week and some classes and studying in between. And we have each other. They are the kind of friends who you could not see for years and yet when you get together you are back on the stage of Greek Week 2000. Just a little less flexible and a lot more sober.