P is for Party.
One ordinary frat-guy-dodging Nacogdoches night three years ago, two spontaneous and convivial (no, that’s not a euphemism…yet) college freshmen went out for a night on the town. Little did they know, amongst the disease-ridden horn balls and raging drunkards, that it would be a night culminating in more than a ‘someone-sick-in-a-bag-backseat’ or a ‘why-are-we-grinding-up-on-this-laser-eyed-boy-for-a-less-than-adequate-title’night. Instead, it would be monumental: a night marked by the beginning of a most fortuitous friendship, one united by fancy footwork, rhythmic rapper refrains, and a tremendous thirst for tomfoolery. Evading the cops, yet not wanting the night to end, both ladies found themselves at another location where they were just another face in the crowd. Recognizing no one, they found solace differently: One partaking in excessive shot taking with a hunky boy. The other, taking interest in a delectable punch served from a container of trash. Needless to say, the night was a hit. No one, probably not even Penelope or Nicole, would predict that this night, characterized by irresponsibility and disorder, would be the foundation of an indestructible sisterly bond.
[Side note to Namberface (all others: don’t read, this isn’t for you): I can’t tell you how thankful I am to have you in my life. An entry in my journal telling you how great of a friend you are and how important you are in my life wouldn’t do it justice. So pretty much this is where you’re supposed to know everything that I mean to say to you- and since we have the ability to communicate without using words- all it takes is just one look (usually, mine being a pretty sultry one, yours a sassy I-mean-business one)- go ahead and do that now.]
And so, on this 16th of May, 2006, we encounter another night of equal importance. Today is the day those actions of our first encounter would no longer be considered illegal (well, for the both of us anyway).
HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Your Ethnic Sister,
Melly
MEEP MEEP!