“Bim, like in Beam me up Scotty”

In the summer of ’97 (possibly one of the greatest summers of my life), I met a quirky (in the absolutely best way possible) gal named Bim. (You pronounce her name just as my title reads). I don’t know what it was but we seemed to hit it off. The next year, I went to Philadelphia to visit her for a week. Our friendship is one of those where you don’t have to have much ‘upkeep.’ It’s not high maintenance and there’s an equal amount of effort on both parts. We’re both extremely weird in our own ways but have the same ‘serious’ qualities. (‘serious’ for lack of a better way to describe it).

Yesterday, I got a package in the mail. She asked me to be one of her bride’s maids! Of course I said yes! One of her other bride’s maid is a gal we met in that very same summer. We’re all great friends, and it will be a blast reeking havoc on Bim’s wedding day in Philly. Sorry, Andy. And for those who don’t know, Bim and Andy met that very same summer. Oh, the summer of ’97. There should be a song.

P.S. If she lets me, I’ll post the bride’s maid dresses she’s deciding between. I am going to try them on and take pictures for her to see! It’s time to chop off the hair so it’ll grow back by August :D