Rendezvous
19 February 06 : 10.25 PM
Drey and I, walking, laughing, talking about what had hurt us and what we believe in. Our night, of almost-wintry air and pasta and painful heels. Last night, we met a sulky mob gang (with one of them being kinda cute), an angry transvestite and a birthday boy (who wanted a kiss from me).
I brought her to meet Justin today for ice cream, and I'm quite glad she had a good laugh with him.
Drey: You're magnificent, and you emit this incandescence from within that's hard to find. We're little imperfect girls in a world where even perfection is imperfect, but we always managed to find comfort in the perfection we have to offer each other. If a best friend is someone you can sleep next to and feel safe, want to never hide anything from her and wish that nothing bad will ever happen to her again, then without a doubt, you're the constant best friend in an inconsistent world. I love you!