In order to set this story up – I need to step in to the “Wayback Machine”. Picture me, freshman year in college. Sporting a ridiculous Flock Of Seagulls ‘do. I’m sitting in my first day of Rhetoric 101. (I’m a writer and I still have no idea what rhetoric is.) This girl, Teresa, stumbles in and because our last names are one letter off, we sit by each other and become instant BFF’s.

Now that’s some good karma.

20 years after the fact, Teresa re-discovered me via the World Wide Web. I suppose I could have looked her up – but the damn fool got married and changed her name. Mercifully, when I went to visit her and her husband last week, we picked up right where we left off. Which was binge drinking.

Now that’s some good chi.

Teresa was always goofy and good natured … and she had a wicked, acerbic sense of humor that has served her well since, well, birth. We’d take arbitrary and gratuitous classes in college just so we could hang out. Turns out we are really good actors. Hello, Basic Acting 101. We also can’t draw to save our lives. Goodbye, Multi Media & Artistic Design. But we always had fun no matter what we did. And frankly, I’m tickled that she hunted me down like caribou to rekindle our friendship! God love Google.

Now that’s some good stalking.

It was really nice just to sit around for four hours and shoot the breeze and guzzle margaritas like our lives depended on it. You’d be surprised – but our lives took oddly similar turns. We both use to despise working out in college … now we can’t get enough of it.  Teresa loves to host parties and get togethers … and so do I. Teresa married a guy who treats her like the princess she is. I, um, grew out my bangs.

Now that’s some good irony.

We did argue about some moot points here and there. A story I vividly remember (and rehashed) about getting sick on ice cream sandwiches apparently never happened. Although I swore it did. And Teresa spent a majority of the evening dropping names of people she says hung around with us. I disputed every one. (Maybe I was too busy faking a violent reaction to ice cream sandwiches.)

Now that’s some good exaggeration.

So here’s to you T & The Yums! It was good to see you. Let’s not wait another twenty years before we do it again. But only because we’ll be pushing sixty … and I don’t think I can stay up that late on a school night ever again.