and then there was silvi
yesterday marked the last for a long while of days in san diego for my dear friend silvi, off to europe with the fam, and then to start in on her path to becoming a dentist. i can't really describe the affection i have for this woman; i've often told her that if she was a boy, i'd marry her. the funny thing is that our relationship started out sort of rocky: we were in the same college orientation group, and i remember making some comment which i thought was hilarious, but evoked such a withering "you are pathetic" look from sil that I proceeded to tell my best friend in high school all about this really mean girl i had met. So how horrified was i when, on move in day, i ran into her hauling her stuff into my suite, roomed next door. Just my luck. We kinda did our own thing for a while, then, all o' a sudden, we were inseperable. We were one person named 'brittnsilvi'. Sil introduced me to all sorts of things i never would have known about (food mostly... boba!), baby-stepped me into using chopsticks, and let me trample right in and all over her life, all the time showing nothing but love. Most of all this to say, few people put up with me like she does (family included), and for that she deserves martyrdom.
