The Reunion of Cookie and Cream

Përshërndetje.

That’s Hello is Albanian.

It’s been six weeks and I finally got to see one of my friends again! In the actual flesh, no less.  And lemme tell ya, it was really something.  I took my first ever train (if the New York subway doesn’t count) and wandered alone in Chicago for a little bit, which is scary and very adulty.  But I’m going to let you read Sabrina’s account of the event first because what she thinks of me is funny (and obviously not true).

Michelé is, as we know, a wonderful person who always tries to do the right thing. It is her gift. It seems to come easily to her. So with this in mind I must say that you should never take her to Michigan Avenue in Chicago. It is because of her gentle nature that she will attempt to give everything she has to the poor of Chicago (of which their are many). Ranging from all the cash she has in her wallet to, probably, the shirt on her back. Now I’m not saying that this is a bad thing. It’s just makes me feel like an inconsiderate dick the whole time. That’s all.  Our lovely trek through Chicago’s most touristy shopping destination, was still fab though. I forgot how much I missed the companionship of great friends. It’s one thing to text or call but to see one another in the flesh is the tops. (I swear I didn’t know she put “in the flesh” when I wrote my line above #soulmates). Mich’s visit reminded me of why our friendship has always just worked. Despite the fact that she is a reincarnated Mother Teresa, and I’m the mean business person from every kid’s movie ever: we legitimately enjoy each other’s company. Or at least I do. Thanks for coming up Mich and I hope that the next time you do, you can even stay over!!
Much love,
Sabrina

Mich and Sab Sept 2014 Sab and Mich Sept 2014 Sab plus mich sept 2014 Sabrin and mich Sept 2014

Oh the selfies.

So, basically lets clear things up.  I am not nearly worthy enough to be Mother Teresa, but I appreciate the gesture, my friend.  It probably is a good idea, though, that I never again visit the inner city of Chicago while not blindfolded.  In my opinion, it isn’t my place to decide whether or not a homeless person deserves my money.  I think it’s my duty to give what I don’t need to anyone who looks like they do need it.  It takes a lot of courage to let go of your pride and sit out on the street asking people to help you. I imagine it to be the absolute last resort for many of them.

We passed at least two dozen poor people in the short afternoon I was there.  One younger man we walked by twice and I would have given him my $50 pre-paid visa (I had already given away my five dollars in cash) if we hadn’t been walking so fast. It just tugs at my heart strings, you know?  A woman who says she’s lost everything in a fire and clearly has burn marks all the way up her arms.  A veteran holding a sign that reads, “Please help.”  A Middle Eastern woman saying she has four children that she is trying to get to America and has lost her job…  And I know, some of you might think that those signs are expertly engineered to get people like me to give them money, but someone somewhere has to have put their real story out there hoping that just one person might understand. I never want to be that person who wishes they would have given more.

But I feel bad, because that’s not the point of this blog.  The point of this blog is that I got to hang out with Sabrina and it was awesome! We bickered, like usual, and I was being my “reverse snob” self as The Table likes to say.  And the world was in order.  For a brief time I was worried that I was being replaced; that all my friends are finding new, better friends and I’m going to be left behind.  But thinking about it, I will never ever replace them so why should I think they don’t value our friendship just as much?  Next time I’ll stay over.  Promise.

Mich and Brin sept 2014 Mich and Sabrin Sept 2014

 

And a funny one for last.

Brin and Mich sept 2014

 

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Holy Cows On The Moon, You’re 19

NOTE: We have each separately prepared our notes and picked our favorite pictures.  Don’t hate us because we love you.

Hey Frank-a-lank, Frankstarz, Fransters, Frankie!  So it’s your birthday, which means it’s a day to celebrate all the awesome things you’ve done!  Here’s a small list of everything we’ve done in our friendship that was awesome:

  1. You refurbished a homecoming dress for me.
  2. You made me wear clown makeup in public for an art project.
  3. Memoria  l Day sleepovers. Enough said.
  4. Late-night Sunday adventures.
  5. Going out even though half the time we were broke.
  6. Impromptu outings to the Budget.

That’s just a handful of things we’ve done together!  As we get older, I’m sure there’ll be more fun things to come.  So thanks for being such a great friend, I hope your birthday is just as fierce as you are, and here’s to another year of Frankie!  Happy Birthday friend!

Love, Megan

Megs and Frank Dec 2011Frank, Megs, and Mich Sep 2012Franks and Meg May 2012

Frankie, darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 19. Can you believe it? It is almost like you’re a grown up or something. I hate how we always forgot to decorate you’re locker. I feel horrible about that, so I will attempt to rectify it today. I hope you have a lovely birthday. HAVE FUN. Remember, you can now legally drink in Canada. Not that I condone that sort of behavior… just remember that to the Canadians you’re a grown ass woman. I love October for three reasons: cheap candy, slutty costumes and you dragging me to a bunch of scary stuff. Literally, there is not one month that would more appropriate for you to be born into.

It is normally in birthday letters that one reflects on their best memories pertaining to that person. One of the best memories I will ever have is of that dance in eighth grade when I was by myself at the end of a long line of unknown boys when you and Mich started talking to me. I was so happy to have friends that I never let you guys go. To think we were just 13… and now you’re 19. You are old as hell. 😉 We looked like such babies then. (I’ll attach a picture.) From our shopping trips when you exposed me to the interesting world of Goodwill, to the dances when you were my unofficial date ‘cause I felt totally awkward with my official one; I have always and will always treasure our friendship. So consider this my birthday card to you! It is a thank you for all the times I would completely derail our plans or act like a brat without you hating me. It is a declaration of how our friendship will never end. Ever. And it is lastly a testament to your fabulous character that you will always make new friends and change other people’s lives. Just like you forever changed mine.

To many more,

Sabrina

Mich, Sab, and Frank May 2014 Sab and Frank 2010

Franks.  It’s been a long time.  I am so jacked to make a speech at your wedding and say, “This chick, I’ve known her since I was five.”  Okay, I’ll probably be more eloquent than that and I’ll probably cry and then you’ll yell at me for crying and that’ll be the story of how I ruined your wedding.  But anyway, right now we’re just basking in the glory of life and wondering how the frack we got so awesome (okay, how you got so awesome).  But lemme tell you, I think you were born great.  You know that Shakespeare quote?  Well, you’re that person that had greatness thrust upon you.  I used to wonder how someone could be extraordinary at singing and dancing and acting and writing and school and being pretty and being interesting and being a frickin weirdo in the coolest sense and knowing how to use commas on top of it all.  I mean sheesh.  Cut it out already.  But now I realize you’re just a freak of nature and it’s pretty cool to say I’m friends with one of those.  Stealing Megan’s idea of the list, here are some highlights of our friendship to me.

Our failed talent show attempt, which may have taken me a long time to get over, but if we don’t have shitty experiences together then what are we gonna tell our kids?

That video we wrote for our whole class in eighth grade and then filmed.  We were practically real directors.

Decathlons!

The notebook we “lost” and rewrote; a sub-category being how much I enjoyed the sleepover this summer where you read our ridiculous middle school past aloud to me.

Photoshoots/covers/creating our own bands and writing songs—basically anyway we tried to make it in the entertainment business.  P.S. If you ever want to see yourself dramatically slow-mo running on a barely moving treadmill and being fanned with a phone book, I still have that video on my phone from our “band practice.”

That time on Sophomore Retreat that I almost made you cry ‘cause I was crying and you told me to cut it out.  I really enjoyed that.

The letter you wrote me for Senior Retreat which I frequently read when I’m feeling bad about myself.

College.  Because I’m learning that we don’t have to go to school together to be friends.  We don’t even have to talk every day.  In the end, I know you’ll be there.

#viciouscow #scottandmrsbartoleme #OMLL #SLAP #themgingerstho #chocolatemilk #upnorth #4N6 #youwereabetterpointguardthanmikayla #STMM #bakedpotatoes #psychicsisters #WL #Idefinitelyforgotsome

And as important as everything we’ve shared thus far is, I’m more excited for what’s to come.  Matching tattoos, dancing all night at the clubs, having kids to pit against each other, having husbands to pit against each other. Ah the life.  Oh, and Happy Birthday.

Mich.

Feb 2012 June 2010                                                                                          Sometimes 2006ish