Here’s why you’re gonna read this post:
If you don’t, you will miss out on a glimpse of the most perfectly quirky person to ever tromp the Earth in muddy Uggs and sequined shorts. This is my friend Jess, and today is her birthday.
Jess is all things to me. I’ve known her since we were 17 and went to a poetry summer camp together. (Yes, we were those girls.) Since then, we’ve been college roommates (when Jess brought in Kate, the missing piece of our trifecta – but she’s another stunner, for another day).
We romped through Mexico together. Then she went and Peace Corps-ed in Cameroon, and I became a chocolate-maker. (She helped test the recipes, of course.)
Did I mention she’s studying to be a Sex Doctor? No, really – here’s a typical Facebook quote: “That moment when a scatter plot looks like a picture of people fornicating…. I shouldn’t be allowed to open stats programs this early in the morning.”
And did I say she gives the best gifts of anyone, ever? She uses the Post Office to the best possible ends. I should also share that she once hired a professional belly dancer to come give a lesson at our house, and we Skyped in our friends who couldn’t be there.
By the way, here’s the best relationship advice of all time, per Jess: With your partners and friends, when you need a bitch session, create a system where you just flat-out say in advance whether you want advice or merely a sympathetic ear. If I say “just listen,” that’s exactly what she does.
Here’s where we’ve been together: Asheville, New York, Mexico, Russia, St. John, and Ukraine. We’re just getting started! There are so many more places where we want to swap pixie sparkles for travel dust.
You should know, Jess creates adventure wherever she goes. Has chalk, will design sidewalk art. Sees cherry blossoms, knows it’s a photo op. Random jumping contest? Why the FUCK not?!
Jess is my sunshine. She lives life with SO MUCH out-loud joy. She is color, she is (slightly off-beat) rhythm, she is fresh bread and homemade blueberry jam. She taught me to dance without inhibition. She gave me an appreciation of puns. Without her, I wouldn’t recognize half the magic I find in the world today, and that’s the truth.
So there you have it – almost 13 years of friendship with my one and only Jess. Here’s how she’s celebrating her birthday tonight: “If you are around this weekend, you need to be at my house wearing a jungle costume on Saturday night. And you need to let me paint your face.” (How could anyone resist her?)
In your honor, mi media naranja, I’m gonna be rocking the face paint in my living room tonight. I promise to send you a photo if you promise we can do it for real next time you come home. And, in case you missed it… I love you.