Do you remember?

Dear Best Friend,
Remember that awesome holiday we had in January? The possible-once-in-a-lifetime one for us?
I wish I could go back there right now. As my dad yells at me, as I wonder if I will finally get any sleep tonight, as I cry again, as I wonder how my life got to be like this. I wish I could go back there right now.


Do you remember rolling across the hotel bed while I counted how many rolls it took you to get from your side to mine, it was that big?

Do you remember laughing at me as I got excited when I found Snapple in WalMart? We can't get it at home, and you mocked me so many times, copying how I'd said it excitedly that first time.

Do you remember us getting extremely drunk at a random frat party, me singing Jimmy Eat World with some guy playing guitar, you throwing up in the bathroom, us smoking outside with no coats on in sub-zero temperatures?

Do you remember walking to Target in the snow up that steep hill? Us slipping and our friend taking a picture right before we went down? And how the last 't' in the sign was missing, so we referred to the store as 'Targe' from then on?

Do you remember the amount of people that asked us if we were British? And when, upon finding out where we're really from, claimed to be Irish? And our disappointment when this failed to get us any free Soy Lattes?

Do you remember being so cold we were crying, but it being worth it to get those awesome burgers?

Do you remember us running the hotel corridors at 3am, flipping everyone's Do Not Disturb signs around? And jumping from floor to floor to all the vending machines, to get enough food to last us another sleepless night?

Do you remember finding the rooftop gym on our last night? Our late-night 'workout'?

Do you remember how brilliant it was to live by our own schedule? To not have to worry about work, rent, keeping our families happy, or meeting deadlines? When the only decisions we had to make were where we should go for dinner?

Yeah, I remember too.

I remember the free mocha we scored because the waiter made a mistake. I remember the giant pack of Oreos we ate while watching Obama's inauguration in bed. I remember the snow being so deep we could barely walk. I remember the city at night being the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I remember never wanting to go home.

Love, N.