Girls' Weekend

Tomorrow at approximately 3 pm, my best friend arrives. I can't really explain our relationship. You'll roll your eyes and humor me, and maybe I'll irritate you a little bit, but here's the bottom line: our friendship is better than yours. We've been best friends since middle school. We've travelled the world together (seriously, we've lunched in Venice). People thought we were twins not because we look alike (exact same size, total opposite coloring), but because our mannerisms mirrored each other perfectly (overexposure?). We've seen each other cry and made each other cry. We've fought over boys, and we've helped the other mend a broken heart (okay- Lauren's helped ME mend a broken heart or two). Last summer, I stood beside her as she married the man of her dreams, and one day she'll do the same for me.

As my multicultural professor loves to say (read: completely overuses), "here's the rub:" After high school, Lauren moved to Kentucky and I moved to Auburn. That's SIX PLUS hours away from each other. You're talking about two people who couldn't even study abroad without meeting in the middle. During college, we'd meet at home on weekends, but, like all college students, we always brought along new-found college friends. This is what I'm getting at: I haven't hung out with Lauren- just Lauren- in years. YEARS. Tomorrow is an EXTREMELY big deal.

So at 3 o'clock, Lauren arrives, and we will jam years of making up into the first five-minutes of talking-without-breathing.

It doesn't end there.

Anna will get here around 6:30. I'll keep it short and sweet with Anna- because this blog has seen more than one gushing blog about Anna- but she's kind of awesome. And she loves me enough to at least pretend she's as excited as I am-- but hopefully she really is. :) Anna is our resident paparazzo, so you can be sure that every priceless moment that awaits us this weekend will be documented and posted to Facebook immediately.

So Anna and Lauren. With me. At the same time. Whoa. BUT.

But NO, it doesn't end there, friends! Around 7, our little group of hens will be completed by the arrival of Alice. (read Twilight? pretty close). Alice was part of the "original" group with Lauren and me, back when we lived for concerts at Ney-A-Ti and B-list movies (who am I kidding? D-list movies) in my basement and, of course, just ONE look from a painfully talented red head (wink). When Alice was a freshman at UA, she was my first ever college friend: my first dorm experience, my introduction to Greek life, etc. And now she's visiting me at college. We've come full circle, Al!

So there you have it: three of my best friends in the world, all in the same town, all in my apartment, for an entire weekend. We're going to drink pretty drinks, tell lots of secrets and discuss a lot of boys, and maybe we'll even roll a yard. Kidding about the yard... maybe... Like, really, my head might explode from excitement. But at least I'll die happy.