Catherine the Great and I, our first year in college. Our hair is wet because…well that’s a fun story.
She and I both were stressed out. She, much more than me…her first rugby game, she broke her wrist. I still had tennis to destress me. So, her mom put her up in that schmancy froofy hotel in Northampton (I refuse to link them, they short sheet you and over charge you) but in a little private cabin! With…(drumroll please)…a giant tub with whirlpool! I decided it would be an awesome idea to take a bubble bath. No, I’m not going to post the bathtub photos – yet. Anyway, that’s why our hair is wet, and well…it’s probably one of my favorite memories from college. Hanging out off-campus with nothing to do but keep each other company and destress. She’s my platonic wife, you know!
PS, in case you didn’t know, I’m in the tie dye.
Thanks for the story and the picture. I had seen that you had mentioned Catherine as your platonic wife before, somewhere on this blog (it was in PUGs and Patches). And although I have never seen the expression ‘platonic wife’ elsewhere, I know the words ‘platonic’ and ‘wife’, so I can form myself some crude idea of what that means.
Reminds me of a simple canon I learned in high school – ‘Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver but the other gold.’
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Yes, that is a good saying. She is like the sister I never had. I am lucky in that I have more than one friend who is so close with me that they are like a sister….