Today is a very special day. Today, my bff and maid of honor, Ashley, turns a quarter of a century old.
Ashley has been my very best friend since high school. We bonded on a 12 hour bus ride to Toronto as we discussed boy troubles, the many insufferable people you meet in high school, and musicals. I knew we were meant to be friends for the long haul when, during that fateful trip to Canada, we got hit on by 12 year old boys. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life when those 12 year old Canadians sat their trays down next to us at the food court, but it became one of the most mortifying when I tried to act smooth and walk off (hello! I’m like, 17, way too old for an adolescent), and instead of stalking off as the suave, older woman, I stumbled and spilled my coke across the table. Luckily, Ashley was there to help me quickly clean it up and make a graceful exit.
|Always stylish and classy!|
I started to write a post about 25 of my favorite memories of us, but that was LITERALLY turning into a novel (totes bril idea–The Adventures of Ashley & Kate, look for it in bookstores in 2015). Instead, I will say this:
Friends like Ashley are quite rare, and I don’t know how I would have survived the past ten years without her. We’ve both been through quite a few ups and downs since high school–going off on our own to college, undergoing surgery for Crohn’s (me), packing up and moving to a new city(her), and lots and lots of boy drama. Ashley has been by me through it all, always ready to fix things with a trip to Bella’s for cheeseticks, a visit to the toy aisle at Target, a mix CD, or just a quick phone call so we can Facebook stalk the crap out of the people we don’t like.
|Who needs boys when you can have an HSM backpack?|
Ashley was also the best Maid of Honor a girl could ask for. She saved the day when we encountered a ghost on our bachelorette trip, she was always willing to listen to me vent about wedding drama nonsense, and she came through for me multiple times on TBD–like bringing me a salad while I got my hair fixed to make sure I had something to eat, helping me with my pearl earring crisis, and awaiting my arrival in the reception hall with a rum and coke. And not to mention, she killed it with her MoH speech–pulling out Emily Bronte and The Little Prince quotes…I bawled the whole way through.
So here’s to Ashley on her 25th birthday. Ashley, I hope your next 25 are just as wonderful and amazing, and I’m so very glad that I get to call you my best friend. I’ll still be here when you turn 50, plugging away at this little blog, and I can’t wait to see how many more memories we will have made by then (hopefully one will be getting Tay Tay to be our bffl. You guys are practically neighbors so you should get to work on that).
|Our astrological counselor Sage (Josh)|
|Making an oreo truffle tutorial that’s good enough for Food Network.|
|Hangin out with Ingrid, NBD|
|On a UVA visit, Ashley made up a special bed for me called The W.A.C.–wonderfully awesome cubby.|