for the longest time.

Sam flew down for the holidays, and she and N and I spent happy hours drinking wine and trying on shoes. The three of us have been friends for so long, we no longer have to pretend to each other that we don't secretly spend our time and money on things like this and this and this. These people remember what I looked like in junior high. There is little left to hide.

And it's something when you can watch an 80s flashback movie together and it goes like this:

"Oh, my god, I HAD that sweater!"
"The purple one, with the hearts? Or the green striped one?"
"The purple one!"
"Oh, my god. You DID."