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Lifemate

If your friends don't go on random and extravagant adventures with you just because, are they even your friends?

15 years of friendship with this booger and it's been all mimosas and musicals, with a heavy helping of high teas.

Who knew that making fun of white pants and dancing to the Spice Girls during frosh week would turn to long nights drinking bubble tea and watching Gilmore Girls, inaccurate assessments of sexual orientation in sociology class and hours upon hours spent in movie theatres.

Daughter of the original inspiration to go big or go home, star of the one play I ever directed, and my Sephora consultant (unpaid), I've driven 4 hours one way to hug her when she was heartbroken.

From ski trips with Svetlana and braying Le-ons on the bus, to days spent wandering around tourist attractions, we've experienced winter wonderlands in England, rollercoasters in Canada, popsicles in Central Park and road trips to wine country.

Who would have thought going to the Four Seasons while unemployed was as great of a tradition as it ended up being? I'm grateful for such a rich history of sharing stories, laughter and tears through the ups and downs of life.

Godmother to my spawn, maker of gingerbread houses, singer of songs in the streets, New Yorker at heart, redhead by choice: I love this person, she is my lifemate, always with wings. I'd hire a hamster on a piano just to make her laugh.

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