Te adoro, Anton . . .
Tara
To-est Tara,
I don’t know why, but I needed to share my news with you before I share it with anyone else. Tara . . . I got into Northwestern!!
My parents have never been so happy, and I have to tell you, neither have I!! I know I kind of made the possibility of getting into Northwestern seem like something I didn’t care too much about, but now that I’ve gotten in I can be honest with myself and say I was just shielding myself from the chance I didn’t make the cut. I was so worried that my parents would be crushed. But I guess I will never know if my fears were right because, oh my god . . . I got in!!!
Okay, I do know why I had to share this first with you. You are my best friend. And it’s only with true best friends that you have this need to tell them great things first. You know, before the parents tell their friends and those friends tell their kids and then before you know it everyone knows. You know first. Just know that.
I can’t even believe I will be living in Chicago in what? Five months. Chicago!!! I know you’re going to say, “It’s freezing there,” but I am going on a shopping spree to buy everything I will need to survive the Windy City. My parents say the first thing we are doing when they move me into my dorm room is unpack, make it pretty, but the first real thing is to go directly to their favorite deep-dish pizza place! I am not going to ask that dreaded question “Have you heard yet about NYU?” But Tara . . . have you? Sorry, that’s annoying. I am just excited to know where you will be so we can just know!!
I have to say that when I opened my acceptance letter I started to bawl. Not because I got in but because you weren’t sitting with me. We weren’t holding hands. We were supposed to be holding hands for every college envelope. So, if you haven’t gotten yours yet, will you let me be there, holding your hand?
I have had enough time to process everything between us, Tar. I don’t want to be mad at you anymore. I just don’t. But I also don’t want to start this next huge chapter of our lives going in and out of craziness. Not that we can’t argue or even fight . . . that happens. But we can’t flat out mistreat each other. You can’t flat out throw me away, throw our history and our trust away when you’re feeling down. Does that make sense? I love you and our friendship too much for that. And I believe strongly that you do, too.
We have five months left. Not even, as I am going to spend the summer on Nantucket. And yes, the invite still stands. Can we please go to the cottage after graduation?
Diego and I discussed this, and we want to invite you to be our Prom date. I know you’re thinking, “Third wheel. No thanks.” But it’s not like that. It’s our Senior Prom. It’s “Hold On to the Nights.” Let’s just go and have the best time ever and hold on to the night. Together. Let me know, okay? And we also have to book a limo from Kurt Cutter’s dad. I heard they are already getting rented.
Love you, T-Murphs . . .
Soup
To-est my BB MINKEY!!!
Chicago is about to become the LUCKIEST CITY IN AMERICA!!! I knew you would get into Northwestern and you know I knew that!! I am so proud of you, Steffed Animal!
I am crying right now I am so happy you are letting me back in. I triple pinky swear (what am I, a three-pinkied person? Tee-hee, tee-hee) that I hear you loud and clear. I get it (IT). I really do!
Okay, Miss Northwestern . . . expect a call from me the second I open my mailbox and see my acceptance envelope from NYU, which should be any day now!! You are definitely holdin’ my hand, and that is that. (Q believe you’re gonna be in Chicago and I’m gonna be in New York City? I knew our hard work and daydreamin’ would get us to major cities and far, far away from this provincial town!! I wonder if there’s a train that goes right from your dorm to my dorm, tee-hee, tee-hee!! Do you think there is one?)
So sweet of you and Diego to ask me to Prom. You cuties. Let’s definitely book a limo (doesn’t have to be a stretch ’cuz god knows we don’t need extraneous people), but yes, let’s book one. Give me a beat to decide about taggin’ along with you and Diego, k?
Love you!
Tar
P.S. A million percent YES to post-graduation cottage! I can’t wait to see this Nantucket you and Stacey speak so highly of!
Tara,
I am totally fine with having Pammy Shapiro on stage crew. She needs the experience, and I am so far past that time in
