Do you remember when we thought that was a good nickname for you, Meg?
I think I prefer Meg.
It’s always interesting to think how friendships start. Meg and I met in Richmond Hall in 2004. The first conversation we ever had was on the floor of my room, 503, talking about our upcoming RA interviews.
We then went on to be RAs on different sides of campus. We went through a bit of separation anxiety, so we had sleepovers often.
We would meet under the Lecture Hall so one of us didn’t have to walk the whole way alone – in the dark – on a sometimes creepy campus.
We celebrated our 21st birthdays.
We would go sledding at the Hampton Mansion. And if we didn’t have a sled, we borrowed a little kid’s who was there. No kidding.
Went to 63 different conferences.
We did yoga in the HRL office.
After we graduated, I was in Meg’s wedding. We now live 7 hours apart. We Skype every Tuesday. And now as Meg is ready to have her first baby, I’m getting excited about being Auntie Jenna.
Meg and I were reminiscing about our college days, and we laughed very hard. I’m talking deep belly laughs that lead to tears. I thought I’d include a few memories here.
Keeping in mind these are Facebook wall posts back and forth. Dating back to 2006ish.
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Meg: you're such an alcoholic jenna. is that your first selfish thought? i say "secret plan" and you say "alcohol"? why does it have to been about you and your addictions?
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Me: oh meg....do I ever NOT have stories? – still so very true
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Meg: EXCUSE ME! HELLO? WERE YOU NOT THERE LAST NIGHT WHEN I DANCED AROUND YOUR ROOM AND DECLARED WAR ON HER-who-does-not-deserved-to be-named!!!!!!!!!
how could you answer back? how could you!?! you are so in trouble. you're on PROBATION
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Meg: Jenna, if you don't talk to me soon i will photoshop your face onto milkcartons and put out an amber alert. i'm serious.
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Meg: it's okay jb, i would probably have sneezed, bit my tongue, started gushing blood, tripped and fallen on my way running to the bathroom, passed out (because we both know i would hit my head whilst falling), and been found unconscious, covered in blood. lol.
remember, you are never alone in the world of clumsy accidents. even in that respect you and i are bonded for life--like penguins.
Me: It's practically impossible to look at a penguin and feel angry.
In present day, we were trying to figure out what this conversation was about. Here is our exchange about it:
Me: I’m guessing that was when I feel down the Tower A hill.
Meg: Or when you broke your toe…one of those 3000 times.
Me: Where did we come up with these crazy conversations?
Meg: We were most likely overly tired, behind on sleep, slightly wine drunk, and too busy with all the jobs we used to have to think straight.
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Meg: dear jenna:
i know your road has been a little rough lately. by "a little" i mean herculean task type road where boulders the size of small whales seem to crash down upon you whenever you make even the slightest centimeter of distance forward (i suppose technically every centimeter is the same size, but you get my point)...what I'm trying to say is that i noticed it was a full moon tonight, so do you want to uh...make out or something?
I should now tell the story of the full moon. Meg and I were walking on campus one night – it had to be sophomore year and it was a giant full moon. I said something like, “wow, that’s beautiful! I feel like we need to remember this.” To which Meg responded, “Yea, like, do you want to make out or something?”. We laughed, and no we did not make out, haha.
Marc Bell would probably have a different ending to this story, but in actuality, it’s something we joke about to this day, every time there is a full moon. It’s almost a race to see who texts who first about the moon. I even told Kail that even though he was married to Meg, he could never take the full moons away from me. True story.
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We loved The Hills. We used to watch it in my room in Scarborough.
Meg: I thought we could invite Bordy and Monica.
Bordy would be our wine of choice.
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Meg spent the summer in Seattle.
Me: so i miss you. a lot. Please come back. I will start baking garlic bread today and start wafting to smell towards Seattle. Maybe that will entice you to come back.
Haha, have you ever heard of a more evil plan? I bet not.
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So as we processed this trip down memory lane, I was telling Meg about the expected snowstorm this week.
Meg: I'll send Waffles up with a sled, some wine and a shovel should you need it
Me: You know me so well - alcohol, fun and a puppy. I think you just summarized my life's dream.
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Then Meg rounded out the conversation with this one:
PS: I read your blog and your new friends look very nice, but i just sorta need you to let them know that you were mine first and so they can like you and everything but Jaime, Monica, Jen, Lauren and about ten thousand other people plus me have called dibs already in the best friend category. Then again, of everyone I know, you could probably have 10,007 best friends, so carry on, lol.
Thanks for letting me blog about this Meg – I love you!
