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.
15 comments:
Aweeeeeeeee. Really. awe. I love you both.
xxx
I could make a comment about Jes' height ...and your boobs, but I'm keeping my mouth shut.
Non-bloggers don't get it, ya kno? They just don't. I try to explain it to my IRL friends and they think I'm crazy. Also, Chris was convinced you were all dudes for the first few months. He understands now.
And I understand why you would cry the night before you left. I do.
That little nugget is so cute - as are you my tall friend. I honestly think that within the blogosphere people are more likely to be themselves. I'd almost rather get to know someone this way first!
Love this! Great work girls!
I totes just stalked your entire story about visiting her from start to finish. :) My best friend since birth, IRL, lives in Portland and it's probably my most favorite city in the world. However, what makes me relate so much to your story is that I have a similar one, and yes, we both blog, and that is how we met. Thankfully, we only lives 4 hours away from each other, and we are meeting for the first time this weekend! I am STOKED.
So...I don't think any of this is weird, wrong, crazy, or anything of the like. :)
Aww- so happy you had a great trip, I love following you two, and reading your funny stories!
xo
You guys are too cute. I met my LT at a beauty pageant 10 years ago. And like Jestina, she is Asian and her name starts with a "J". Coincidence? Weird.
so freaking cool, seriously. Kindred Spirits! You don't find them every day.. or month.. or year, after year. I'm still looking for mine in PDX. Kinda jeals you have one here and I don't ;)
It truly is a special friendship and I'm so glad you got to have some love time IRL! I would cry. But then again I cry at everything. Not helpful...
So more adventures to come in a few weeks. And I am waiting for a sandwich with that mayo.
so i read this post without the picture remember?
and now i'm looking at the picture. and now i'm all MEERS YOU again.
why? because it was ridiculously dangerous/fun/rebellious of us to go off-roading in our toms.
and your noondays? they're all, "LITTLE NUGGET J, REST YOUR CHINS ON THEM".
This is awesome! So glad you ladies had such a great time together!
I totally would have cried too, but I'm a crier. It's so wonderful that you've found such an amazing best friend, doesn't matter how you found her, just that you did :)
Well, this makes me a little teary just reading it. :) Bless your hearts...hooray for sweet friends--no matter how we meet them. :D
p.s. you guys are cute.
p.s.s. I'm giving away a $50 gift card to Shabby Apple if you are interested!!
AWE! So glad you both found each other thru blogging!
& Judging by that picture, I'd probably go up to your waist, ha!
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