Jenny and I met on the Loveboat in '91 and have been great friends ever since. I think what has held our friendship together all these years was a combination of mutual friends, a common background, and time. After college we both had huge ambitions to pursue our careers in the "big cities" up north, and that's exactly what we did. In fact, I am proud to say that I was a big part of her move to New York, and I wasn't even physically there.
Here's what happened:

Basically, I had organized two car loads of friends (including some that were visiting the East Coast for the first time) to drive up to New York City and hang out for the weekend. We were all going to crash with Jenny who had literally just gotten a job there and was staying in a hotel. (These are the things we do when we are young and stupid). But on the day of our departure, my boyfriend of the times decided to have a shit fit. I rarely alter my plans because my guy is having a shit fit, but this particular shit fit was a pretty serious one. If I didn't stay to work things out, I probably wouldn't see him again.

I don't remember exactly why he was so upset with me, but I do remember calling Jenny to tell her that I wasn't coming but that all of those people, none of whom she knew except Cindy, were on their way to stay with her for the weekend. HOW RUDE. But it was one of those situations that couldn't be helped. I consciously chose to stay. Eventually she did forgive me for it (they had a great time, cough cough...), but that's because she knows that I would never do something like that except under very unusual circumstances.

For the time that I was living in D.C., we visited each other regularly. I've spent all but two New Years with her in New York City and always stay with her whenever I'm in town.

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