Halloween has come and gone. Here’s my favorite picture from this year’s events. I dressed up as Agnes from Despicable Me (“It’s so flufffffyy!”) and my friend Brandon dressed up as me. I definitely procrastinated on my costume this year, but I think it worked out well!
I’ve been examining my 26 before 26 list, trying to determine which items I will complete before my birthday on Tuesday. It was then I realized life had already helped me out with one of them. Joyfully, I am crossing off #12: Reconnect with an old friend.
I was introduced to Kate Farrar by a mutual friend in high school. Although we didn’t attend the same school, we saw each other all the time. We shared a love for pop-punk and could easily be found at the same shows or hanging out at the 92nd St. Starbucks/Chipotle. We worked at the same retirement home and she even permanently borrowed a pair of my Converse (even though she doesn’t remember).
I hadn’t talked to or seen her since high school, until earlier this year I discovered we had mutual friends in common still. She came to work at meltmedia and I’m so glad she did. We quickly and easily became friends again, and we discovered our mutual loves for HTML, Star Wars, and not wearing pants. Both of us searched through our old photos to find a picture of the two of us from high school. We each found pictures of the other from nights we know we were both in attendance. But sadly, none of the two of us surfaced. Here’s us now, coworkers and friends again.
For the past two years, we’ve been doing Secret Santa at our Meltmedia holiday party. I love giving personalized gifts so I decided I’d create custom artwork for whoever I pick. This year, I picked Naomi. He and another coworker, Ben, are great friends who love each other and bicker like an old married couple. I thought it’d be funny to put the two of them in Grant Wood’s famous American Gothic. I think he really liked it and it reminded me that I need to paint more just for fun.
There are some people who, even in a short amount of time, can impact your life forever. Three years later, I still think of you often. I miss you, your amazing stories, and your comforting warmth. I hope you are somewhere entertaining the masses with your astounding intelligence and acerbic wit. And I hope you didn’t have to go back through security.