So my sweet songtress, Maura, spent her last Thursday with me at UNH last night...so sad. Actually, it's more bittersweet- I wish she could spend every night in my room dancing and rapping Jay-Z, having sleepovers on the weekends, partying with our awesome friends, eating way too much at the dining halls, etc., basically what we did all last year- but knowing that she'll be roaming the countryside of Bra, Italy makes me so happy for her. Three months in the beautiful Italian countryside is exactly what she deserves; I hope she eats piles of homemade pasta, makes fresh pizza with a little old woman, drinks the most delicious red wine, and takes the most gorgeous pictures that make me green with envy......
WAIT. I was writing this Friday morning after she left; reminiscing about how awesome our night was. I figured a post about her would be perfect. But instead of finishing the post, I went to Chipotle and TJ Maxx with my roommates, and left the post to be finished when I got back later. Feeling good after a shopping high, we got back to our apartment around 7:30. I was getting drinks ready in the kitchen and cleaning up while my five roommates were all crowded around the bathroom area, dancing and laughing. I kept looking down and wondering why no one was coming out here to do the dancing where the music was the loudest but I didn't question it. Finally, I walked down the hallway and began making really important arrangements like who was going to shower first, what people were going to wear tonight, when people were getting here...serious stuff. Ella and I decided we'd shower first, so I turned to my bedroom to get my towel, but I didn't find my towel...I switched my light on and had a near heart-attack when Maura, sitting on my bed, said, "I'M BACK!" My response? Screaming. A lot of screaming. And jumping, a lot of jumping...the last jump being on top of Maura where I stayed hugging her, nearing tears. The girls all crowded around us, laughing and saying, "We knew the whole time!!"...those sneaky bitches. So, when I finally released Maura she told me that'd she'd made it about halfway home when she realized that there was no way in hell she was going to go into work tonight when tonight had the potential to be her last night with her friends. Pulling into a McDonald's, for an hour and half, she made a dozen phone calls and text messages trying to pull strings and re-arrange everyone's schedule so that she could get her shift covered and come back up. When she finally got something worked out, she called her boss. Of course, the boss asked the reason why she wouldn't be coming in, and Maura's response was, "I have to see my best friend before I go to Italy."
My girl.
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