This is me and Chris and my best friend Carrie and her husband Matt at Luigi’s this morning.
Carrie and I have been friends since we were 10, which means we’ve seen each other through some extremely dorky fashion “trends,” such as the tie-dyed shirt, the sunflower hat, and the beret. One of us (who, me?) may have even worn her grandfather’s golf hat through her entire eighth grade year of junior high. Since I’m an only child and Carrie doesn’t have any sisters, we like to pretend like we’re twin sisters, separated at birth. The weird thing is, though, things have actually happened to us that make us believe we really are twin sisters. Case(s) in point:
1. One day, after high-school English class, Carrie and I were walking out of the building and I missed a step going down the stairs and Carrie’s heart skipped a beat. Whoa, totally trippy, right?
Ring, ring…
And wouldn’t you know, that was exactly why I was calling her. We totally went to that Sugar Ray concert, by the way. And a sidenote: Remember when Mark McGrath was bad-ass? And now he’s on “Extra,” isn’t that funny?
I miss Luigi’s so very much!!