I met Lucy in … 2003, I think. No, that’s right: 2003. I was started grad school and moved into a house in an “up and coming” section of DC (which up and came right after I left, and now I can’t afford to live there, ha) that housed five girls, Lucy being one of them.
I’m not sure the exact moment we became friends, but over the course of many many many weekend nights spent in studying until 9pm and then making a frozen pizza, cracking a bottle of Rene Junot and going crazy watching West Wing DVDs, we became quite close. So close, in fact, that she belongs in the exclusive club of “women who are like sisters to me, so much so that I do not have a single picture of us together.”
Along the way we graduated, moved far, far away (she moved all the way to SILVER SPRING, you guys. That is in Maryland. Yes, technically we’re only talking about 6ish miles from my house in DC to her house in Maryland but believe me when I tell you IT WAS FAR. A WHOLE OTHER STATE.) She had a baby, I moved to Colorado, life goes on, as it does. We don’t get to spend weekends hiking together (as we did the entire summer of 2004, when we were both single, broke, and really sick of DC), or nights “treating” ourselves to frozen pizza (see above re single, broke), but we’ve got IM, we’ve got email. We’re still in each other lives, even if over the years our lives somewhat rotated out of each other’s daily orbit.
(Actually: cool story that isn’t the point of this post: when Lucy moved out of our grad school house to move in with her boyfriend (before you go all whoremongering – which apparently is acceptable again in 2012– she married him, so like, cool your jets, moral authority /sarc), he gave me a stuff dog named ‘Lucy’ as a replacement for my real life Lucy roommate. I still have this dog and get the pleasure of drinking wine with Lucy nightly. Ha.)
Anyway. I came home yesterday to find an out-of-the blue piece of mail from Lucy – a random print she thought I’d like that she sent on. I’ve been smiling since I got it, not just because I like it – which I do – but because I’ve spent the hours since receiving it mentally reliving good times with my old friend. Lucy, if you were here, I’d crack us a bottle of cheap white wine, cue up some West Wing, and happily settle in for another great evening. Miss you.
InnerTeub 
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