I had dinner at The Old Spaghetti House with my good friend, Dana. The last time I saw her was a year and a half ago so much catching up was needed. She was our salutatorian in high school. Everyone called her ‘mama’ because she was always so nurturing. Her patience with people is supernatural, I kid you not. She’d stay after class to tutor friends who were struggling with geometry. She’d offer her lunch to those who didn’t have any. She is effortlessly one of those people. The angels you never really forget. The person who made high school bearable for those who thought of it as hell. She’s the girl you can’t say a single horrible thing about.

We shared a colossal chocolate chip ala mode, talked about the one year she spent in Korea, her ex-boyfriend, mine (who, coincidentally, used to be her best friend before he became kind of crazy), how college is so much better than high school and how, while others have kind of lost their way, we’re just in the middle of finding ours. She is just the sweetest person I know and I love her.

Needless to say, dinner well spent. :)