2012 marks 15 years of best friendship with Kate.
It’s the kind of relationship Hollywood likes to make movies about.
It’s the kind of relationship I always dreamed of having.
It’s the kind of relationship I’ll be most proud of when I’m wearing adult diapers and false teeth (because she’ll be wearing them too).
To celebrate our anniversary, Kate and I did what any normal, well-adjusted, financially responsible 27 year old girls would do after fifteen years together as best friends, we simply:
saved and scoured beneath our car seats for change until we’d each collected $1000 to travel to an all-inclusive adult-only resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic for 5 days and 4 nights.
spent roughly $300 at Hudson News on magazines before leaving Boston Logan International Airport.
Our trip included lots of interesting things. For instance:
I fell asleep repeatedly on the plane only to wake up with a jump and a shout because I kept having the falling dream.
We took thrice daily opportunities to drink champagne, because hey! It’s a celebration.
We spent unspeakable amounts of money on services at the spa that included but were not limited to: couple’s massage, facials, and mud body wraps.
We charged them to the room, thinking that the room was just so darn generous.
We laid in our king sized bed each night watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on my laptop and ordering the entirety of the room service dessert menu.
We had the kinds of conversations you’re sure you should’ve taken notes on, that you should’ve stashed away in a scrapbook to remember in ten years, twenty years.
I laughed in a way I only laugh with her.
I read Bossypants by Tina Fey on our daybed by the pool and, though Kate had already read it, I kindly recounted every funny story in the book to her. Which is to say, I read the book aloud to her.
We drank 24 ounce bottles of Smart Water because a.) we want to be like Jennifer Aniston, and b.) we want to look like Jennifer Aniston.
I even went so far as to take a bubble bath in this tub that was in our bedroom. The hotel staff lined it with rose petals and fashioned two towels into swans. It was the least I could do.
And this, this one off-center and un-made up photo, is the only one we have together from our trip. The photo is both unfortunate and accurate.
To the next fifteen years, my love.