this past weekend i traveled northward to spend some time with the great friend of mine. her name is hannah claire walker. and we met when she crushed my finger on new years eve two years ago.
since then it has been she and i, joined at the hip. til she moved away to college.
finally at the end of her first and only year at usu, i went up to see her.
our adventures include the following:
there was hanging around and sleeping, last days of work and wanting to dance, breath taking sunsets and bitter cold nights, traveling to preston and bowling, singing to fight! and colbie callait, riding the shuttle and going to class, the quad and hazels bread, pepperidge farms and deseret industries, lunch with a long lost friend, dinner with wendy and children, brown eggs from real chickens, old rusty tractors and photographs,
giant teather balls and 7 lb bowling balls, sinks full of icecream then feeling sick, bon fires and a guy burning his hair off, box elder bugs and ant guts, milano cookies and rice a roni, weird roommates and normal ones, girlmore girls and pearl harbor, no internet connection and no mail, sleepovers in the front room, sleepovers with no blanket and wet hair, drunk gay men and men that used to be women, graduation parties and bridal shower gifts, bandaids and mascara, driving through a blizzard to get there, and driving home with the air conditioner blasting.
i must say it was quite the weekend.
and i have great friends.