Thursday, February 17, 2011
Today is my BFF Ana's birthday.
I poached her from Nick many years ago. He and I weren't dating yet, but I was still nervous to have lunch with his famously blunt best friend.
You could do a hell of a lot worse, best-friend-wise. Ana will welcome you inside, play you a record, make you a mean whiskey sour, tell you how it really is, and send you home with soup for lunch tomorrow and hand-cut soap. Did I ever tell you about the time she gave me a black eye? The short version is I said "Ana, toss me a beer." She won't be pitching in the majors any time soon, but hey, she was only trying to help.
Happy birthday, Ana. I couldn't have anyone else officiate our wedding.