BFF Birthdays

These are three of my best friends that live in Minneapolis. It's their birthdays - they're all (almost) 24.

They're the bestest friends a girl could ask for, and it would take a lot more than a blog post to say why. So instead, I will tell a fun story about each of them.

Happy belated Birthday, Linnea!


One Saturday night at Brother's, we found ourselves in the middle of a dance-off. Usually we have these in the bag - but this group was tough. Just when I thought we were going to have to forfeit to breath and get a glass of water, Linnea entered the circle. She looked around, smiled and squatted down low to get momentum for an enormous jump. Linnea didn't land the jump on her feet - she landed in the splits. The competitors left the dance floor.

Happy almost real birthday, Kristine!


One evening during finals week our freshman year, Kristine decided to go to the club (either The Bird or Cancun, I forget which). On her way home (at 2:30 AM), she thought she'd stop at Domino's for a pie. The door was open, but nobody was home! So Kristine decided to make her own meal - she sauced/cheesed/pepperonied up a pizza and threw it in the oven. While waiting for it to bake, she answered drunk phone calls from frats wanting food and cleaned up the kitchen. Then she turned off the oven and the lights, and walked home with her homemade pizza.

Happy early Birthday, Claire!


On the way to Rockford for our high school's homecoming football game (1999), the cheerleaders stopped for lunch at a sit down diner. I sat across from Claire and next to Kiley. Claire is notorious for having the best and most descriptive stories (i.e. the story about when her car got shot 3 times, the story about the week-o-tickets when she got a parking ticket, went to fight the ticket and got a parking ticket while doing so, then got a speeding ticket, then almost got a ticket for "rolling a stop sign" then...). So Claire's telling a funny one and I start choking on my pickle. I can't breath or stop laughing. I finally cough it up and it hits Claire in the neck. Kiley pukes. Claire pukes. Then we go cheer our boys on!

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When I think about how much these three mean to me, my heart fills up to the brim and then spills over with happiness.

Sadly I'm unable to make it to the big birthday celebration this Saturday. So I'm spending the week in mourning, reminiscing alone with my iPhoto...














I love you, girls. I hope you have the happiest year yet.

XO