Best/Worst of 2005 #9

#9 (Best): Being the maid of honor at Andrea's wedding.
Andrea and I have known each other since freshman year at Alton High School. We almost immediately became best friends, and spent the remaining 3 years of high school cracking each other up all day long, every day. There is just something about the two of us together that seems to invite humorous situations and mishaps. And although we all know it is probably mostly my fault that we get into such predicaments, I can always be sure that Andrea is wholeheartedly along for the ride. Like the day we were driving in Brentwood eating a bag of peanuts we'd bought at Soulard Market. I was so focused on cracking open my peanuts that I rear-ended someone at an intersection. It was hilarious (in part because no damage was done). Then five minutes later I did it again to another vehicle(still, no damage done). Andrea laughed and laughed and laughed. Had it been my mother in the car, it would have been a very stressful and unpleasant situation. With Andrea, it was just damn funny. And I won't even get started talking about our trips to Eminence, Missouri (one of which was filmed for posterity).
Anyway, being her maid of honor was cool because there had been a point in college (we started off as roommates) when we fought and then didn't talk for a while over something really stupid. But then we patched things up and were able to resume being every bit as close as we were before, so being in her wedding was sort of the culmination of our 11 year friendship.

Funny little side note: It's a good thing she never listens to me. The night we met Bill (her husband), I ended up getting so mad at him that I threw his hat at him and said a few choice words. I told her that he wasn't a good choice for her at all, and that she should date someone else. I couldn't have been more wrong. He's a great guy, but more importantly he's really good to her and I'm happy they chose to ignore me (and to Bill: I know I've said it before, but I'm really sorry I got so mad about your hat).

#9 (Worst): Finding I'd been waitlisted for the Italian masters program.
I doubt anyone needs me to say anything more about this. If so, please refer to post 12.19.05