Singing her praise

Here she is folks. My friend, my work-wife, the one that I can have a full conversation with through a series of squints and eyebrow lifts...Stacy.

There are a million reasons why she is the greatest, but one in particular is something that is just so...her. She likes to send cryptic messages via texting that say things like, "Just bought us concert tickets for the 14th. You WILL be there." Then she refuses to let you pay her back for the tickets, because according to her, you had no choice in the matter and were forced into a fabulous evening against your will. As though the whole event was soley to entertain herself.

At the end of weeks in Europe this fall, there were only two viable reasons for returning to the land of George W. Bush; seeing Teen again and the long-distance promise of a surprise concert with Stacy.

Concert + drinks + friend = FU-UUN.

Tomorrow night she, Adriann and I will be going to see Kate Nash in Hollywood. Another one of Stacy's text message surprises. And I cannot wait.