Sagittari, I Love You

Today is another special day! It's the 30th birthday of my very best friend from college, Aleah. Aleah and I have known each other since we were 18, which means 12 freaking years--holy crap, we are old now. When I first met Aleah I didn't like her because she was dating my roommate who I didn't get along with. Luckily for me, after the first semester at Antioch they broke up and we became friends.

Our friendship was sealed when we spent a poverty stricken semester living in Washington DC together, interning at feminist organizations, subsisting on minimum wage, and (being underage) clinic escorting for fun. I moved to SF to be closer to Aleah but she thwarted this effort by moving to my home state of Massachusetts six months later to attend nursing school (the ironing was bitter).

Despite all the distance, and a few major issues (what happens to the relationship of two sugar addicts when one goes sugar-free?), we have remained close friends. Even though her Sagittarian nature makes her a commitment-phobe, in the past five years Aleah has acquired: a dog, car, girlfriend, masters degree, and a house in the suburbs. Way to live the American Lesbo Dream. She is a true trail blazer and as of today, she has bravely ventured into the dirty 30s, showing us how it's done with style, grace and a sassy hair cut. I love ya Smush.