So before coming out here I only met this girl twice, but I liked her. Not only was she carrying around a sweet potato pie the first time we met, she also climbed onto someone's shoulders for a better view of DR coming out of the stage door after the play, while I held her pie. I don't think we saw him, but the girl made me laugh really hard. When I came out here I knew no one but Sara, and we had been corresponding a little over our blogs and email, but I didn't expect her to become such an important friend in my life.
I love Sara. I really do. She is an angel. I mean, come on, look at this face!
She really is an angel though, and I think I opened up to her and told her my whole life story the first time we ever hung out. She's hilarious, but serious. Silly, but thoughtful. I've learned that it's ok to argue with her, and she'll still like me even if she yells at me. When I hang out with her I turn into one of those loud Americans that everyone hates, but I can't help it because she's so funny. And she's been the best London friend I could have hoped for. I came here knowing no one and Sara was there the whole time. I'm leaving tomorrow for a few weeks and while I don't think I'll miss London too much while I'm gone, I already miss Sara. We've had some pretty great adventures, including dancing like mad women at an LCD Soundsystem show, and then there was that whole Brighton/Bath fiasco that ended up still being fun. We've walked all over the place, and last week we met at Primrose Hill and realized that London is really ugly.
|Ugly London, Lovely Sara|
She also loves Jaffa Cakes. In fact, we just finished off a box of Jaffa Cakes right before I took that picture of her on Primrose Hill. And for that, she has my heart forever.
Love you Sara! Happy Birthday!!