"Life is a highway, I wanna drive it all night long..."

To say the term best friend seems so incredibly inadequate, it’s almost laughable. After all we’ve been through it’s hard to really find any words that can do Marissa and Marwa any sort of justice at all.

It’s been nearly eight years since I gulped down the dread of high school rejection and walked up to their table in the cafeteria. I’d been fifteen a handful of days, and in Grade Ten a handful more, but I still knew how quickly cliques formed, like impenetrable little venn diagrams that no matter how much you longed to overlap never seemed budge easily.

I had seen them as ‘cool kids’, a band geek to the core in my Junior High years I wasn’t quite sure I could make the daunting leap, but for once I shoved my shyness to the deepest part of my stomach and launched my name at them in some sort of spastic high pitched shriek. To this day, I wonder how they didn’t knee-jerk it out of there faster then you can say ‘freak show’ but I guess fate is fate.

We’ve been nearly inseparable since, and I can’t begin to imagine a life any other way.

This weekend, more precisely in six hours, Marissa and I are squeezing onto the QE2 to visit Marwa, who has been sentenced to three more semesters at the University of Alberta. So I won’t be around this weekend, but I do promise once I’m back I’ll be sure to keep updated with regular posting.

And because a post with no photos is no post at all, here’s a sneak peak for next week.

Braye. Camille. Bennie. The Jets.

More to follow next week :)