On a Day Like This

Today I'm going to buy flowers. Two pretty flowers. I'm going to go downstairs to the deli with the stadium-style shelving that takes up half the side walk and pick out the two prettiest flowers they got.

One is for Craig. You know, from craigslist. I owe this dude. I have met so many awesome and amazing people off of his DIY message boards & forums. While blind-internet purchases and meetings can be, and usually are, a ticket to Sketchville, I've lucked out on almost all accounts. I'm not exactly sure how I'll get this little gift to him... I could take a picture of it, write him a sweet and appreciative note and post it in "rants & raves"... Or I could just try and mash it into my keyboard, 'cause really, who has that kind of time?

The other, more importantly, is for Jenny. We were both slated to move to the Big Apple; she from Seattle and I from Phill and met on craigslist. We were shopping for people to meet up with and carve a niche of our own in an amazing, inspiring, and unforgiving city. Emails transpired and myspaces swapped. What a match it seemed to be! Through her I grew more confident with my decision to jump (blind and unemployed) into new territory and make New York my New York.

Weeks later, tragedy struck when Jenny got an apartment in Wburg with out me. I had been dumped by my future roommate! A month or so later I was getting settled into my own slice of Brooklyn when I began receiving texts from the yet-unseen future-would-have-but-never-was roomie. Several unsuccessful attempts to meet had me reaching for my towel to throw it in the ring. Figuring that I had made it so far with out her, why sweat it now? Our moment came and passed, and so it goes.Luckily for me she persisted, and through the year we've grown close, like best friends from ages past. In fact she even fulfilled the destined role of "roommate" for a short while, subletting a room in my loft. (Although technically she may have spent more time in my room and more nights in my bed. Still awaiting an official tally on that...)

I take days like today to mull through memories and realize how fortunate I am to have met, befriended, and cherish such an amazing lady. I'm one of the few with which she shares so much, and I wear it like a medallion. We've spent lazy afternoons filled with pillow talk and crazy nights racing and dancing leaving streaks of energy and neon behind us. We share thoughts, dreams, grief. Gross-girl stories, dinner, and ambulance rides. She has made this city and this part of my life what it is, she is part of my New York.

On days like this I go through all these thoughts and get all gooey-gay-girlie. Happy birthday, Jenns. Let's get trashed.