|we local types tend to call it Whiskey Row. not "Whiskey Row".|
just like it's Press Kit, not Preh'scott.
...yeah, cowboy town.
This is my best friend. My seester. ASTORIA.
We have been bestest friends since the day we met, freshman year of high school through LifeTeen International and a really awkward ice breaker where we had to get to know each other by basically miming our life stories, preferences, etc. I'll let her fill you in on how we never should have been friends, given our answers.
She attends university on the East Coast, and I stayed local, so every visit is filled with coffee, way too many awkward pictures and ridiculous inside jokes we're happy to let listeners in on. Usually whether they ask or no. We're a teensy bit bonkers in the best possible way.
and this is a red wall that all of the "cool kids" take pictures of. for good reason.
that is a bicycle rack shaped like bicycles.
And here is our lovely Deb... our mentor and assistant youth minister.
She was my swim buddy* for WYD Sydney, a complete blast to be around, and an avid drinker of chai.
I know. I should write biographies.
(*swim buddy was a term coined on a trip to the beach, where everyone was to make sure no one got pulled under by the currents. It has since been applied to any kind of buddy system... I took it to mean "if the airplane crashes over the Pacific, we will swim together", but I'm an optimist)
Disclaimer: I have no idea what they are doing...
perhaps this is a secret youth ministry code.
All in all, a lovely start to my abbreviated week with relatively few work interruptions.
I'm curious- how did you meet your best friend?