"A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with."
This turned out to be another case of a "what picture won't she kill me for" conundrum. Because when you do messed up things with someone, you end up with a lot of pictures. My first choice was of her on a horse, wearing a stolen cowboy hat and giving a thumbs up, but I know she wouldn't have been a fan of it. Instead, I chose one of the few shots I have of her wedding that doesn't involve her bachelorette party.
Anyhow, this is Kelli. And when I saw the challenge today, I didn't even have to think about it. We knew each other from high school, but have only been friends since sometime around 2006. From that point on, the party hasn't stopped. Our acts of insanity include, but are not limited to:
-A weekend in the sticks with our friend Stina, during which we decided to go horseback riding. It poured the entire time.
-Ridding her apartment of a certain piece of man furniture (her husband's shopping cart chair).
-Fishbowls and dancing at our favorite bar.
-Corralling drunk groomsmen into my rented car after her wedding and praying they could hold their liquor.
-Many other acts that are far wilder, but not fit for public consumption.
Sadly, I haven't seen Kelli since her wedding. Actually, I was 5 months pregnant with Sam at her wedding, and moved down the aisle a bit like a barge. But we stay in contact through the wonder of Facebook. I recently called her at 7 in the morning, seeing as she's the only friend I know is up at that time. I never call. We're email people. So when I called, she answered, "You're pregnant, aren't you?" Well, yeah. And the early riser got to be the first to know. Before my husband. Before my mother. As soon as the stick said positive.
So the crazy has mellowed a bit, seeing as we've gotten a little older. But we still have a fantastic time!