Lenny and I had originally planned a grub crawl to the South End tonight. Then we considered the walking and price tag that would accomplish such a feat and ended up getting $3 sandwiches in Chinatown (a 50 cent hike- outrageous!).
For weeks now, moms from everywhere have been telling us to stay away from White Rabbit candies, bubble tea, and anything else that might remotely contain milk in Chinatown. But I hadn't had good, lukewarm bubble tea with soft, chewy pearls for awhile, so our discussion went something like this:
Moi: How do you feel about melamine in your drink? They say it might be in bubble tea.
Lenny: But it's so good.
Moi: That's what I figured, too.
So we had some bubble tea that, incidentally, cost as much as the sandwiches. By the by, y'alls all know that Lenny is a girl, right? She doesn't like it when people think she's a boy. Or that her name is Lenny. But sometimes I forget to introduce her by her real name. Do you know how many years you must dedicate to calling someone by a nickname you made up that you would forget their real name? A lot of years. We've changed a lot in those years, drifted apart in college, become better (me) and worse (her) people. But all in all, I think Lenny is the one friend that I can be my weirdest, nerdiest, and most gluttonous with, all at the same time, and not feel self-conscious. I can make snide comments about Lauren Conrad, mime a scene from church camp, and quote lines from Twelfth Night without explanation, and because her brain stores everything but cardinal directions, she'll pick up the references and laugh-- because we were great friends back then in junior high, when we were at our weirdest, nerdiest, and most gluttonous.
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