Ready, Set, Don't go

Once upon a time two girls joined a sorority to have their lives forever changed. They didn't interact much until one day the enchanted kingdom gave them a castle to live in (well 28 girls moved in a dorm style sorority house, same diff). The two girls lived two doors down from each other and became instantly inseperable.

Over the past four years, ICE and I have become amazing friends; growing up together even more after college. We relate on a level that perfectly compliments our bitter, bitchy sides with a mix of girliness and love. Our favorite past time is drinking Natty Light and smoking cigarettes while talking shit about those deserving of shit being talked about them.

For the past couple of years, ICE has talked about getting out of this city that she's called home for 24 years. Everytime she mentioned it I selfishly wished that her own wish wouldn't come true and she'd be by my side forever and ever. The closer the time came to her boyfriend graduating from college meant the closer the time came from her moving away with him or her going to grad school, wherever that might be.

Would it be so bad to hope that you didn't get into any grad schools and your boyfriend didn't graduate college and you stay at the same shit job so we can never part?

Well the time came on Sunday for us to say our goodbyes. They were packing up to move to Chicago on Monday. Stupid Chicago.

I tried to be the hard ass that we both pretend to be at times but when in the end there I was sobbing over the the beers, cigarettes, pool time, shit talking, back-to-reality checks, "come to Jesus" talks and friendship that I'll miss so much. Of course there is the phone, texts, emails and letters we'll send but it's tough not to be a five minute car ride away anymore.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
As you already know.
You'll get mixed up
With many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step,
Step with care and great tact
And remember that life's
A great balancing act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you'll move mountains!

So...
Be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
Or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You're off to great places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So...get on your way!

Miss you boo.