A Very Blog-y Birthday

I definitely remember meeting Brandon Charles Lake; it was the day before my freshman year of college at a luau-themed social in Chumash Auditorium. There were plastic inflatable palm trees, a hula performance, and a crazy guy with a ponytail who gave us all a ride to church in a blue minivan. That’d be him.

We’ve had many adventures together since then…an epic impromptu trip to Disneyland, spring break ski trips, hikes galore, countless pranks—I’m still so so sorry about the duct tape incident, dancing at our friends’ weddings, NOT going to the Texas State Fair, touring Hamburg by boat, and so on.

Our friendship has survived ten years, three international moves, a combined total of eleven cities, and many Scrabble games—which I have yet to win.

It was Brandon who encouraged me to start writing about my experiences. When I didn’t think anyone would read it, he said, “you don’t do it for other people. You do it for yourself.” And I’m so glad I did.

Happy birthday, Brandon! Thanks for making me start this whole blog thing. I owe you one…grilled cheese sandwich?