So. Here we sit, at the historic 1880 house on a beautifully clear, sunlit morning, in Orange, Massachusetts. Sarah's car is freshly inspected, Phoebe has finally managed to sleep despite her malaria medication, and a man walking by Sarah's car this morning while carrying a banana let out a burp that signalled that all is well with the world. And it is! Phoebe is embarking on a glorious, sweaty, possibly gastro-intestinally disastrous adventure in India...or she will be, as of four thirty this afternoon.
Which brings us to this here blog. When contemplating being separated (it's happened in the past, and we both usually get hives and write long-winded drunken emails detailing how gin is far less satisfying when consumed solo or in the back of a tired Paris taxi), we kept wracking our brains for a way to continue to share our magical friendship. Sarah had recently started her own blog, and we had one of those classic 'ah ha!' moments. A blog! We'll keep a joint blog! Therefore, we can delight not only ourselves, but, a massive, stupefied audience! (hi moms and dads). And, in addition to this, we can finally share one of our favorite jokes that doesn't translate to anyone else's sense of understanding or humor. Quoth Phoebe:
One bright afternoon, while turning a rapid corner in Esmeralda (car) in an attempt to make my way to Wendell, land of freely growing plants, I saw the world's largest rooster strutting around on the side of the road. I immediately called Sarah and exclaimed "You won't believe what I saw! This rooster is so big! It's like....20 avocados!"
End of story.
Well, end of that story, anyway. But! Just the beginning of this one, where we will laugh, cry, tell tales of having to poop in pits at dawn in India, and continue to measure things in terms of how much they make us giggle, and, how many avocados they might be made up of. Bonne voyage! Bonne avocado!
-P and S
former roommates, forever friends
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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