Today is my dear friend LB's birthday.
We've been friends since 1991. That is a shit-ton of time.
She lived across the hall from me and had a tv and a supercool pink flowered bucket hat (seen here).
She also had really nice nails and made me laugh so hard I screamed.
We had a wild birthday weekend for her freshman year. Two friends (well, I think she knew them) from her old school came to visit and we drank, ate pizza and danced to Motown tunes all weekend. Oh yeah, and made fun of the one guy who gave us grief for eating day-old pizza that hadn't been refrigerated. What was his name... Roland? There's a hysterical and probably potentially embarrassing video out there of the goings-on. I know I have it on VHS somewhere at my mom's.
|She made me go in the Gamers' Grotto as punishment.|
|She was not happy I made her pose.|
LB also used to dictate movies on me, as she was studying film criticism. I heard a lot of, "What do you mean you've never seen The Deer Hunter? We're watching it right now!"
I also remember how she'd stay up with me. It was her senior year and she didn't have to, but I was only a junior and doubling up on credits as well as working so the only time I had to write papers and such was between the hours of 10pm and 7am. (And my roommate was horrible- she was so dumb she thought it was a compliment when a bunch of guys in our building called her a 'tool.' She called our room 'The Toolbox' until I told her to cut it out.) LB would let me hang out in her room and do my work all night while she watched movies or videos or whatnot. It really got me though that insane year.
So even though this isn't the most coherent of tributes, happy birthday, my little friend. Hope you enjoyed your day and get your squeaky ass over to NY and visit soon. XOXOXO.