Bye Bye Monkey.

I have a lot of different posts I'm working on right now, but I have have have have to post this first:

I found out yesterday that one of the best friends I've ever had is moving to Boston for an AMAAAAAAZING job in the costume/textile department of the Museum of Fine Arts.

I became friends with Allison the moment I saw her at orientation my first day at GWU. She had short, funky hair, cute clothes, a wonderful smile, and worn out flippity flops. I said to myself, that girl is going to be my friend. I know, it sounds so superficial and it's actually against my better judgment to find friends that way (as I'll explain in a later post) but it was less what Allison was wearing and more her presence. I actually became friends with my bestest friend Jennipher because she had an awesome red leather coat and wicked red glasses... Allison and Jennipher are the only two examples of people I continue to like based on these originally superficial assumptions... In both of these cases, I'm so lucky I used to be vain and superficial, because I don't know what I would have done these last two years without both of them.

Luckily for me, Allison thought the same thing about me. We immediately made plans to watch Girls Just Want to Have Fun and quickly became our own little twosome. Eventually, our group of friends filled out and now includes other amazing people I can't imagine being without... but Allison is still my Monkey. She's still that other part of my superhero team. When I see a mullet on the Metro, a great fashion faux-pas like hooker shoes, get great news, or have a clothing/hair/life crisis, Allison is invariably the person that I call first... Okay, sometimes I call my husband or mom first, but you get the idea. She's my girl. And she's leaving...

So, this post here is a shout-out to Allison Sloan Murphy, kick-ass Californian stuck on the East Coast and all-around amazing best friend. She's the kind of girl you feel lucky to have met, even if in order to do so you just spent $70,000 to get an ultimately useless, niche Masters. Allison being my friend is worth every loan check I write.

Good Luck in Boston, Allison. I'll miss you terribly. I'm just a MySpace comment away.