really blurry... but remember that Von Dutch t-shirt?
Today is your birthday and you don't care. Not even a little bit! But I do!
Remember when we first met? You just moved here from Washington and you had long auburn hair (more red than brown) and ahem, really big boobs. I remember thinking, "I want to be friends with her!" because we were in the same home room and had the same classes. And right as we were about to be friends... I switched homerooms. I'm still sorry about that.
But then the next year, we became the best of friends! You called me Patty. Nobody ever called me Patty before. And so Patty was born!
High school was better because of you. And I know I did some stupid things (like stopped being your friend, I know! I get it!) but you were consistently my best friend and favorite person to hang out with. You came over every day after school. To this day, you still walk into my parents' house and ask, "Where's the pizza?" and I love that! We'd go to Friendly's and Richardson's and let Betsy take us out to dinner and drive to the Starbucks WAY out of the way (because it might have a drive-thru and we wouldn't have to get out of the car.) You wasted time at Target with me or would color Disney princesses with me or talk ad nauseum about Harry Potter or come over on snow days and watch "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" or tons of "Arrested Development" or play Grand Theft Auto... FOR AN ENTIRE SUMMER.
And my favorite thing of all is that we STILL do all of these things. We might be old and grown up and stupid adults, but we still do all the things we did in high school together and nothing has seemingly changed at all. (Except you're married! And I'm a professional clown.) We still eat too much ice cream and drive out of the way to get coffee because we love listening to random music and not getting out of cars if we don't have to. And I still feel just as comfortable with you now as I did back then... you might be the only person that I don't feel like I have to catch up with or make conversation with, it's just automatically comfortable. Plus, there's so much "Downton Abbey" to discuss.
You pushed me into taking improv classes and you've always supported me 100% and made me feel awesome (even though I stopped being your friend) and I want you to know that I love you and I'm so grateful that you're still my bestest friend after 13 years. You're beautiful and hilarious and smart and you still have the prettiest long auburn (more red than brown) hair and... big boobs.