Alright. I'm sure you've had enough of OMG PORTLAND posts. But I wanted to wrap this 'ish up with some seriousness.
I was bombarded constantly before I left with questions about my trip. "What do you MEAN you've never met her in real life?" "You met her on the internet? Like a dating site?" "Won't that be SO weird?" "What if you don't get along?" "Are you nervous?" All I could do was shake my head. I knew it wouldn't be weird. But I still had butterflies in my stomach upon touchdown in Portland, not because I was nervous, it was because I was so. freaking. excited. Yes, that needed to be in bold.
Not one second of my trip to see Jestina was weird. WE were weird (I mean, we are two grown adults, but that didn't stop us from playing with hand puppets every time we saw them), but the trip wasn't weird. Andy and Chris (our man/dino-friends) became fast friends as well.
Being friends with Jestina is like being friends with someone since birth. I feel like I've known her forever. I don't remember what my life was like pre-LT (what we call the time before we started talking). She knows me better than I know myself. She is the person I turn to when I need advice, when I find something funny, or just want to vent. She was all of this BEFORE we met in person. So now that we have met in person, it's all of that times a thousandmillion.
The night before we left Portland I had a meltdown. I cried and I cried. I'm not a crier. I cry when I get really mad, but I very rarely cry from sadness. I was so sad to leave my best friend. As I stood in the mirror applying my makeup before we left for the airport last Tuesday morning, I thought, "maybe I shouldn't put eye makeup on, I might cry". I decided, "nahh, there's no way I'll cry again". WRONG. As soon as I laid eyes on the security line, I could feel the tears well up. I hugged Jestina forever, but it felt like half a second. We both made whimpering noises. And then she was gone. And then I cried on and off for the next hour. The whole time I was like, "WHO AM I? And what have I done with Shannon?!". Andy patted my back and gave me the side eyes. He didn't know who I was either.
Don't worry. I eventually stopped crying. But the lesson here kids is that the internet is a magical place. A place where you can Google the lyrics to Rock the Casbah (rock the catbox? rock the cash bar?), play a never ending saga of Bejeweled, read about KStew and RPatz's breakup (that bitch...), post your feelings on a blog to share with the world, or even meet your best friend.
Posting that vlog of us yesterday made me a bit teary. Teary because I miss her, and teary because I am so lucky to have found such an amazing best friend.
Enough of the sappy stuff. Behold: our true height difference.