My Oldest Friend

I am pretty good at keeping friends.  Who knows why, but somehow I force people to stay my friend for extended periods of time. My oldest friend I've known since September 24th, 1984.  We lived across from each other in the "old neighborhood".  Our moms were friends since they were pregnant with us at the same time (I was born June 13, 1984 and Brittany was born Sept 24, 1984).  We really had no choice but to be friends.  Here we are hangin out in Meadowbrook:

B on the left, me on the right

This was part of our ad in our HS yearbook - a repeat of the pic above on the left, and makin mad

 $$$$ at our lemonade stand on the right. Sweet bangs, right?

I believe this was taken right before a big fight that left me running home crying b/c Brittany called me a name.  She was kinda mean to me back then and I was super sensitive (not much has changed on my behalf).  Apparently we got over it.  This also was after I decided I should give myself a haircut, hence the strange bowl cut.

I probably forced Brittany into playing dress up

Skip ahead 25 years....and wa lah!  Here we are at happy hour @ Chez last weekend.  

We've survived moving apart, fights about all sorts of things (stuffed animals, dresses, Brittany always dissing me to hang out with other people are a few that come to mind), being at different schools, our crazy parents, home videos, and who whatever else someone can go through in 25 years.  Her family is truly my second family.

Fun Fact: Brittany pledged Chi O a year after me at another university - now we are for sure sisters from another mother!

B: UMD4E!