I met Gabby the first week of Freshman year at college. Our resident adviser took our whole floor out to dinner at Fridays and I managed to spill a whole coke on her. Despite that we ended up being best friends. She was my voice of reason in a time if life when there is little reason. She was my roommate for most of college. The person that would sit on the couch with me for hours watching crap TV, drinking coke (well that was mostly me) and gossiping. Even though she would never pay attention to the show it was always better with her there. We could spend hours talking about our families, or getting ready to go out (the getting ready part was often more fun than the being out part), or dissecting two line interactions with boys. She had such nice clothes and would never think twice about lending them to me (she even lent me a shirt this trip and it made me think of old times). I was always happy when she borrowed something of mine, it made me feel like I finally had nice stuff. After college, I would often end up at Gabby’s apartment on 13th street. Even years after college the minute I got there I would feel safe and comfy.
It still blows my mind that we’re not getting dressed up in our tube tops to go out in freezing Binghamton and have five kids between us! It warmed my heart to see our boys playing together. I can only hope when Adam, Malcolm and Miral grow up and go away to college and are far away from their family, they find friends as good as Gabby to be a part of the rest of their lives.
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