Ali. Shae. Washburn.
This post is for you.
I get on Facebook the other day to see I have a notification pending, that Ali has posted a link on my wall. Come to find out it's a link to her blog. (Ah, this is sneaky, I think to myself. What a tricky way to get people to read your blog; just post the link to their actual wall. I mean, who wouldn't after you make such a personal request?) So I click on the link and begin to read one of the sweetest things anyone has ever written for me. Ever. She talks about how I do so much for other people, listing off a few rides I gave to the airport at horrible times of the morning or at night, as well as a few other things. But Ali, you failed to mention a few things in your blog post, so I think I need to set the record straight, if only for your own ears.
Yes, I gave two people rides to or from the airport. I took someone up at 4:30 in the morning, and then picked someone up at midnight. Well, do you know who rode in the passenger seat the entire way? Yep, Ali came along for the ride, at both of these dreadful times of the night (no, 4:30 does not constitute morning in any way). Just so I wouldn't have to make the trip alone. Should I go on? Yes, I believe I will.
So the night before I have to wake up at 4:30 to drive my dad to the airport, I have to close the law library, meaning that I am there until 12:30 am. Ali not only showed up to visit me, but brought me diet coke and stayed to keep me company until I was able to lock up and go home! I mean, really; how many people would do that? And then she woke up with me three hours after we had gone to bed to drive someone up to the airport she was not at all responsible for taking.
Okay, so these are just a week's worth of stories of the friendship that you, Ali, have shown me. And yes, now I'm talking to you. Because no one reads my blog. Also, I plan on posting this on your FB wall, so you have no choice. You have been an open ear to listen to me rant, an open mouth to encourage me to be better (yes, I did call you an open mouth, but in a really nice way... and I mean, come on. You aren't exactly the quiet, shy type.). You have seen everything bad in me through the years, and have still managed to support me and make me feel worth something.
Though we may not have been close through all our fifteen years living next door to each other, I see you in the memories of nearly every joyful and painful significant event in my life. And I hope to have you in many more. Yes, this entire post is corny and so sickeningly sweet, that it would "make anyone an instant diabetic" (yes, that's a GGirl quote). But it had to be said. If only to brag how lucky I am to have a friend like you!! (Okay, now I'm thinking Aladdin and the genie singing the whole song. You know, "you ain't never had a friend like me!". Okay, tangent over.) Love ya, Ali!