I drove to Columbia, MO to visit one of my best friends, Carolyn. She played the harp, and I played the violin in our orchestra in high school. I was originally from Chicago, and she was originally from Miami. We both hated Texas when we first moved there, so we bonded over that. I thought she was stuck-up when I first met her, and I had no interest in friending her.
Anyway, that obviously changed. I even wrote a paper about her when I was a junior in high school, I think.
We have both ended up in Missouri, but there are several hours between us.
We went to Panera and talked for about two hours, and then we decided to drive around and find something to do. Randomly, she says, "I want to get my belly button pierced."
Background on Carolyn: She plays the harp, Monday mornings are her favorite, she adores pink and polka dots, and she rewards her hard work with high heels.
So I say, "Sure!"
The conditions were that I had to hold her hand and get a piercing of my own. I wanted to get my nose re-pierced, but work doesn't allow that. I settled on getting my cartilage pierced.
She was really nervous, and she couldn't stop giggling. We are pretty sure that the guy thought that we were lesbians, because she kept saying that she needed me to hold her hand, etc. I was clearly the butch, as she is Miss Priss. ;)
But hey- Carolyn's cool. I could handle the misperception for a day... haha.
It was so good to see her; she's probably one of two people left that "knew me when." It was nice to have that for a day.. Do you know what I mean? People change, and I know that I have. But Carolyn and I have kind of changed together, if that makes any sense. Well anyway, I needed yesterday, even if I'm not much of a girly girl. I mean, I almost got a pedicure of all things. (?!)