Aug. 2002- 3 girls moved into a house that would later become known as 20 Narry and the place where everybody knows your name. At least two of us were probably glad you came, too. We know nothing can compare to the memories of that place- but we're still tryin.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Christmas to all of you 20 Narry-iers. Oh I remember coming over for the Very Tacky 20 Narry Christmas. Right?
Truth be told, it's been so long since 20 Narry that Salve doesn't even consider us "Young Alumni" anymore. We took with us the memories, the lessons and the mistakes we knocked out early on. Here's where we are now.
Kate: Intrepid reporter in the dirty South. Surprisingly domesticated now, if you're familiar with her college life - boyfriend, cat, dog and home cooked meals. She no longer eats raw spaghetti, preferring to take the 12 minutes to cook it.
Erica: Living the dream, with a white picket fence, the husband she always wanted, and the teaching job she always deserved. Still eats Tang with her fingers and wears Birkenstocks, though. Some things shouldn't change.
Jenn: Teaching in the inner city and desperately trying to become Hispanic while avoiding setting a wedding date. She still idolizes Britney, screens her calls and noses through everyone's shit, but with less gusto.
Betsy: Still charmingly Amish-esque and enjoying a suburban existence. Always mature, she's living the grown-up life with her own condo and a hybrid car. But she still can't do a shot.
Erica: Trying to buy her own place and working for a publisher, thereby living out every chick lit plot lines in the big city. She can't run a tab at the gas station like in her hometown, but the wide availability of trendy bars helps to compensate.
