4th St. S and Portland Ave.

So Margo and I ran into each other in downtown Minneapolis today.

This is sweet for several reasons:

1 – Margo and I haven’t run into each other anywhere for more than six years because we’ve lived in different states and, at times, different countries. Now she lives in Minneapolis and that’s awesome ‘cause I like her.

2 – She didn’t notice (or didn’t say anything) that I was wearing her mittens. She stayed at my house the other night and forgot her mittens there. I couldn’t find any this morning, so I borrowed hers.

Margo and I were BFFs in high school. Attached at the hip. We hold each other singularly responsible for the fact that neither of us ever had a serious boyfriend in high school.

We have described our relationship over the years as “binge and purge.” We either don’t see or speak to each other, or we see each other all the time. Most of college, we were purging. Except for when I lived in Washington, DC and she was a student at American. That was a binge period.

Margo’s moved to Minneapolis until August, when she’s going to study illegal immigration in Turkey. So we hung out the other night and she’s staying with me this weekend while looking for an apartment.
I’m really happy she’s here. ‘Cause then I can borrow her mittens and we can run into each other randomly.