The part that sucks most about no longer working where I used to work is that I no longer get to work with my friend Cynthia. She was my guru of all things QA when I first joined her group, and has always been a good friend. An amazing friend, really. I’m so lucky to know her, and her amazing family. Which reminds me: her daughter Ariel celebrates her birthday as well. I think it’s so sweet they share a birthday.
Of course, you all know how I feel about Jacinda. I’ve known this girl for over fifteen years. So many cigarettes and pints of ice cream and liters of Coca-Cola have marked the progression of our friendship. We don’t smoke anymore, and we haven’t lived together in years, but at least we still have junk food to cement our relationship as we meander into our mid-thirties.
Cynthia and Jacinda, I love you very much. And because I love you so much I’m going to post these very silly pictures of us now.
Yes, we visited the oink booth. We were in the Twin Cities for Andrew and Rozi’s wedding. The Friday before the ceremony, we hit the Fair with the bride, the bridesmaids, and other lady pals for a bachelorette party.
There was this big red ball making the rounds of different landmarks in Chicago. It would be inflated to fit into or alongside various things like the Calder sculpture in Federal Plaza. Cynthia and I pretended like we were in an awesome monster movie, sacrificing ourselves so that the city might be protected from the horrors of the big red ball. Or something like that.
* Try reading that post title five times fast. Seriously.