Last night, two very important people came to watch the season premiere of So You Think You Can Dance with me. They came in, made themselves at home on my basement couch and proceeded to request (read: demand) a drink and popcorn. Once the popcorn was ready, about two thirds of it made it into their mouths while the rest ended up between the cracks of my couch. And then they fought about who had the prickliest legs and who was right about the names of the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

Some memorable quotes from the night:

“Is it weird that I think Gordon Ramsey is sneaking-ly sensual?… Lil-C also gets my goat going.”
“Why are you looking at it? [in reference to an armpit] What, is it a little hairy?”
“I’m waiting to see someone bounce like that on their fingertips, until then, I’m not impressed.”
“He’s got a weird shaped head… weeeiiirrrddd shaped head…”
“Hey can you stick your finger between my toes?”
“Her butt looks like a cute little animal that’s getting out of control.”
“Get up you little gnoobin!”

Don’t ask me what these statements actually mean, they get a hoot out of their own brand of twisted humor that is mostly indecipherable to outsiders.

After the show was over, we squeezed together on one couch and watched an old DVD of my own dancing. They commented a lot on how short I am. The night ended in a vice-grip of a hug, and even a few tears. It had been a long school year without them.

Me and Allison (right) from the good ol' days.

These are my two best friends–Kelly and Allison, two beautiful sisters. One is a year older than me and one a year younger. I fit snugly in the middle. I met them when I first moved to Maryland from DC in the middle of third grade. I rode the same bus as we only lived a block away from each other. They thought I was weird because I smiled too much. So they took me under their wings and became my bestest friends. We played pretend, rode our scooters around our suburban neighborhood, splashed around in the community pool and so on.

Kelly (right) and me during vacation last summer.

The friendship grew into something really special. But then life threw us for a loophole and I moved away. In a corny attempt to keep the friendship alive, we took a page from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and started mailing this necklace we had bought, sharing it and letters of our adventures. We still keep the tradition alive (though I’ve had the necklace for considerably longer than my allowed two weeks… oopsie). Next school year will be the first year all three of us are geographically separated. But at this point, very little could weaken this friendship. Though they’re messy and sometimes just down right strange, they are the sisters I never had and they make every day just a little more beautiful. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a whole summer chock full of nights like last night.

One response to “Sisters

  1. This is Kelly! I had to make an account just to like the dang post haha but bottom line is I love you and I love this and I love our friendship!!! Ok that is all 🙂

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