And it hit me (as it sometimes does), that I do. I have great friends. They're fun and smart and cultured and weird - and I know that, while diverse in interests and backgrounds, if they all got together, they'd all get along really well. They're people that I want to know for the rest of my life - and you can't say that about many people. I want to be able to call up PL when I'm 73 and pop over to her house (villa?) and make supremely awesome cookies. Then we'd get mildly annoyed but end up laughing when we realize that A-Town drank all the milk. "Oh, A-Town - you and your Mukki!
Or I could give One Eye and Berto a ring and say, "Coffee?" And they'd both say, "meh..." And then I'd say "Whiskey?" And they'd both say, "Heck yes." (Who could say no?)
Or give Rachel two day's notice and say, "you wanna retrace our Irish steps?" And she would pull the deer-in-headlights face and hold up an already-packed bag.
I could go on...
But this is why teleportation not only has to be invented within the next 30 years, but also become available for personal use. Or else, we can all just move to a giant commune. Take your pick, people - it's one or the other!
But anyway. Good people. I know good people.
Pirate Eye is contagious.
One of my favorite photos of anyone. Ever.
Rachel & Mika
Courtney & Emily
"Would you like to share my beard?"
(P.S. I wish I had the Maura mugshot.)
A-Town and Eryn
I'm a twin of both of these people... and they're getting married... is that weird?
In a whaling ship. Obviously.
Eryn, me, & Rachel
Oh, sweet Helen of SACI, I love this picture.
P-Funk, Emily and Abby get in a scuffle.
Showing that even the best of friends can have disagreements.