Dear Soul Sisters (and you know who you are),
I just wanted to start off by saying thank you. Thank you for saving my ass from the creepy dude at that party or the bar that I probably would have ended up kissing. Thank you for holding my hair back later that night. Thank you for always having my back, even if I wasn’t right. Thank you for taking all those selfies of me, trying to get my best angle and thank you for trying all those ridiculous BFF pics we found on Pinterest and failed at. Thank you for reassuring me that my ex’s new chick isn’t as pretty and as awesome as I am. Thank you for all the sleepovers, pep-talks and wine nights. And thank you for being you—my soul sister always.
Without you, I wouldn’t have anyone to run around Forever 21 with for a couple of hours, exceeding the “five item limit” every time and giving me honest advice when I definitely shouldn’t have bought that heinous floral, velvet romper that cost $27.99.
Without you, who would I binge watch "The Bachelorette," "One Tree Hill" and "Grey's Anatomy" with? Who else would sleep over every night after a long shift and drink pina coladas in bed with me while I vent about all my co-workers you pretty much know only from stories that I’ve told you? Who else would I ask, “How do I reply to this?” and get an immediate answer from? Who else could I text at 5 a.m. and tell them something random I just remembered and have them answer within two minutes like you normally do?
Without you, I probably would have teepee’d my cheating, loser ex-boyfriend’s house, egged his car and slashed all the tires of his new girl. So, thanks for keeping me busy by buying my favorite bottle of Rosé and binge-watching "Sex and The City." Oh, and thanks for wiping my mascara while I cried every time Carrie and Mr. Big reminded me of him.
Without you, I wouldn’t look forward to weekends and vacations as much. With you by my side, I know there will be shots of tequila on deck and plenty of stories to laugh at the next morning as we suffer in bed together with our deathly hangovers. I know that between all of us soul sisters, we’ll be knitting our grandchildren sweaters on the front porch—probably with some wine, reminiscing on all those crazy nights at Mahoney's, “Caskets” or Adolfo’s.
Without you ladies, who would I take beach trips to Paddy’s with and drink Shark Bowls with while sneaking into VIP? Who would I group text 24/7? Who else would I have inside jokes with that we don’t even remember where they originated from? Who else would comment the most outrageous comments on my Instagrams? Who would I make ridiculous nicknames for people with? Who else would talk me out of that creepy Tinder date I almost went on? Who would know, just by the look in my eyes, that I’ve had way too much tequila for the night? Nobody but you!
Most importantly, without my soul sisters, I wouldn’t have found myself. I can’t thank you all for loving me and accepting me for who I am—with all the weirdness that we share together. Thank you for the laughs, the moral support, being my gym buddy, being my drinking partners, for wiping my tears and all the memories.
You girls are the real MVPs, and I know we’re not sappy with each other a lot, but I just wanted to take the time out of my day, away from our sarcastic remarks and endless amount of screenshots we’re constantly showing and asking how to reply, to show you how much you all mean to me. I love you, ladies, and I’m so happy to have all of you a part of my life, to be there for all the highs and all the lows that this crazy journey has for us.
