saturday night i received a voicemail from a long lost college friend. as my faithful readers know, i finally dragged myself around to writing christmas cards this year... and, sadly, her card was returned to me. "unable to forward". i figured i'd get around to finding her info, but alas, the yellow-labeled envelope joined the Vertical Filing Stack of Death pile, along with other miscellaneous papers on my desk.

after some whitepages.com printouts [seriously, what did people DO before the internet?], phone calls to everyone in my hometown with my surname, conversations with an aunt, my parents, and my brother, SHE found ME. i felt loved. but also a little like a schmuck. a loved schmuck. that's me. although i have to say it's certainly not MY fault she wrote down my phone number on a DRY ERASE BOARD years ago and promptly lost it and then moved before i called back and before we could figure out what had happened.

anyway, i called her back, and to give you an indication of our friendship and personalities, she answered the phone with "hello?", like any normal human being, and i responded with "what the hell?!": conversation, catching up, hilarity ensued. it was a short call as i was on my way out, and so i called back tonight and we chatted and it was lovely and refreshing. and very, very funny. everything so different and yet so much the same. how can you NOT love someone that once replaced her jacket zipper pull with a disembodied barbie head?

so, you're now finding yourself asking: what's the point here, woman?

basically i'm posting this so that when she comes to visit here [now that she actually has pertinent, current contact information about me], she'll either be excited at being referred to online, or be totally and massively freaked out about it and wtf is with this blogging thing, anyway?

i'm going for the latter. [duh.]