the long and winding road

I’ve found my Lori again … or rather, she seems to have found me. She was one of my two roommates freshman year of college. She was the one who taught me about wicca. She was the one who took me home and made me watch Brain Candy. She was a really smart girl who loved math, and art, and sometimes rats. She would act like a little kid when she was sleepy. She was the one who comforted me when Kris went back to California (not this year - in ‘97) and I thought I’d lost him. She taught me some html. She and Marie and I were tossed together seemingly at random, and she was one of the closest female friends I’ve ever had. After freshman year we all kind of scattered to the wind, and the pigsty dungeon where we had hidden from the world that year disappeared. I still think about her all the time - like when I hear certain songs, like

It smells of cheap wine and cigarettes, this place is always such a mess, sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn

or

Mary’s little lambs are now raised by wolves

or

For the life of me, I can not remember what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise

or

you were meant for me, and I was meant for you
{“I was meant for ‘Hugh’? Who the hell is Hugh?”}

or anytime I see With Honors on TV or in the movie store, or anytime I’m browsing in a bookstore and find a book from Llewellyn. I will be thinking of her in May when I walk down the aisle in my periwinkle dress and pumps for Jenn Boocks’ wedding. I will think of her every time I hear any music from South Pacific. There are little pieces of her everywhere in my brain, and I miss her.

Unfortunately for me, she is in SWEDEN. This, of course, is only unfortunate because it’s far away and I am broke. (I want to show you the picture page she sent me, but I need to ask permission first.) Here’s to you, Lori. Your timing is perfect.