You know who's great?! My best friend! And what else is great? Drinking with our favorite theatre teacher! Also, all young women who take our jobs or men are scabs and it sucks when friends die and art is incredibly important and it's sort of fun to discover tv after years of only watching the news. Plus, sometimes sitting on your friend's sofa in her adorable little apartment is oddly like sitting on a completely different sofa over ten years ago and having similar discussions with her late into the night after the Daily Show. As in, perhaps only the furniture changes.
It's amazing (but inspiring different feelings than "great") to see letters you wrote your best friend and try to read them but be alternately embarrassed and sort of proud of yourself, sometimes even in the same minute. Also amazing is looking back at the cool things your friends wrote long ago and remembering they were all sort of awesome weirdos and you sort of don't care as much about being pretty as you do about being awesomely fascinating (though the ability to fascinate men as much as a pretty woman can certainly would be a thrilling experience).
I might be able to parse all these separate thoughts out some night I'm not exhausted and tipsy, but for now I think I can boil it down to this:
Not all of you are lucky enough to know my best friend. She's a superlative to surpass all superlatives. You're missing out.
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