(Also #tbt to when I gave her the a Vera Bradley duffle bag for Christmas. I wanna steal it back.)
I LOVE HER. If she'd have me, I’d call off this nonsense with Taylor in a heartbeat and the two of us would run away to NYC together and walk through central park holding hands and eating street hot dogs EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Well that got weird. Sorry.
Sometimes when your best friend decides to up and move 1,930 miles away, you become even more obsessed with her than normal. Yes, I can say for a fact that from her doorstep to mine it is 1,930 miles exactly. Cause I google mapped it, bitches.
Anyways back to being obsessed with her. For your entertainment purposes (and let’s be honest, my own entertainment purposes) I’ve snapshotted my most favorite texts from Allison over the last couple of weeks. It’s weird. But it’s also awesome. Drumroll please!
The time she referenced Titanic in only the most hilarious of ways.
That time I ran a marathon and she ran two miles and she didn't appreciate my congratulatory efforts.
The time she was needy.
The time she asked me to remind her not to drink on a school night. PS never gonna happen.
The time I told her I found her soulmate in a bar.
The time autocorrect wouldn't let her call me a bitch.
The time she likened the guy in Karmin to Rose and Ryan Lewis.
The time that she missed me and I missed her and all was right in the world.
Not one, not two, but THREE people from my office are at the Elton John concert tonight. I’M SO JEALOUS I COULD CRY. When Allison and I were 14 (hot damn Al, we’ve been friends for ten years?) we both went through a massive “We love you Sir Elton and you can do NO wrong” phase. Actually to be honest, we are still in that phase.
What’s your favorite Elton song? Mine is a tie between Levon and Mona Lisas & Mad Hatters. And Tiny Dancer. And Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. And Your Song. I DON’T KNOW DAMMIT THIS IS TOO HARD! They are all so good.
In case you've forgotten, Phoebe’s personal fave is Tiny Dancer.
I really was SUPER jealous. So to work through my frustration, I decided to go for a run.
|This might actually have been the most gorgeous day of all time.|
I listened to Elton. And I ran. 5 miles at an average pace of 8:27. I warmed up for a mile, then just decided to run harder than normal and see what I could come up with. The perfect weather and Elton were definitely on my side. Splits were 9:17, 8:49, 8:14, 8:17, and 7:41. And this made me happy.
It wasn’t exactly a very therapeutic run because my soundtrack only fueled my jealousy, but it did burn enough calories for me to justify the Olive Garden I had for lunch so I call that a win.
Also in fitness news, I’ve decided I’m going to do 25 push ups a day until the wedding. My goal is to be buffer than Taylor. And Mike Tyson. Just kidding about the Mike Tyson part.
I made yum-lish Mongolian beef last night. Taylor approved and there was enough to feed the two of us and for me to have leftovers for dinner tonight. Double win.
There’s an empire of empty boxes that has taken over my working area.
Apparently they are there to remind me that in 24 hours I'm supposed to have the past 2 years of my life packed up and ready to move. Yeah, I'll let you know how that goes.
Well, it appears I've got a hell of a lot of packing to do.