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shmoon river

One week ago, I was reading this column at the fine establishment of my future husband and lamented (not aloud, which will come to bear) that for all our frenetic posting, for the last two years of college (the good years; encompassing the Reign Of Tiaras) we didn't do a whole lot in the way of actually taking down what was going on. It's the disadvantage of having a blog read solely by one's high school and college chums; we had to speak in code more often than not, and whatever we gained in inside-joke-twinsy-language proficiency we lost in actual recorded history.

And then last night in the mail I got a fat envelope from Joan, containing a handmade fold-out crossword puzzle encompassing pretty much ever significant person, show, arrest warrant, and cocktail of those two years. I can't imagine how long it took to construct, but it's a thing of wonder, and as usual it was just what I needed even though she had no rational way of knowing. The cortex fusion forged in September 2003 holds across 2500 miles, even after all this time. Lovemaducky!

Posted by Nastinchka at May 2, 2008 03:48 PM