Darius once asked me why my super cool friends bothered hanging out with someone like me. Thanks for the vote of confidence Dad. But it's kind of true. Don't get me wrong, this is not a "pity edition" or a desperate attempt to seek validation from my friends, but my friends really are just *that* cool.
For example, today I was running around like a balloon rapidly losing air, and my friends came to the rescue. Whatever asked if I needed a ride to get my insurance cancelled and then offered to run a bunch of errands for me. We're talking like five of them! Yodel offered to pick some things up. And my mom, offered to drive me to the airport. Gosh showed up on my doorstep to hug me and say good-bye. And The Crew: Yodell, Special, and Black saw me off at the airport. I laughed and joked, but when I passed through security I teared up and wished I could go back out and hug them again or fit them in my suitcase. As a tangent, I don't think Special could fit into any kind of suitcase, Yodell could, and Black might. I wonder if they have to get special body bags for people like Special when they die. Hmmm, anyway... back to how cool my friends are!
Whatever, Pretty, Fernando, and Yodell all wrote really nice cards for me. Yodell slipped me $60 for new clothes. (Point taken) Enthusiasm found an art magazine and got a bunch of people to sign it at my Calgary send off shindig. How thoughtful is that? I also had a family shindig, and a girl's night to send me off. My friends are the best. Really. :)
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OK - two things. Who's Fernando? How come I'm not? :P And, Yodel is el, not le. Do you miss me yet?
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