I'm in loverly Bomoseen, VT, visiting my old college, and more importantly, my fruit fly. "Okay, Jay, you keep saying fruit fly, but I'm none too quick and I don't get it." Well, you may have heard the term 'fag hag'. Yeah, this term is pretty disrespectful to the girl, and not very flattering to anyone who chooses to spend so much time with a 'hag'. After hearing about this term, Mere said to me, "If you ever call me that, I will kill you." [In the meantime, she has chosen to make writing this entry impossible by hitting the keys on my keyboard and feeling in my pockets to see what's in there. (Oh yeah, she found out....kidding.)] But shortly after hearing this abomination of an affectionate nickname we heard a different term being thrown around, with the same meaning: fruit fly. We decided this was much cuter, and adopted it as our own, unlike our future children; those are coming through artificial insemination. They will be cute kids.
She's judging me right now.
Two years ago, during my first semester at Castleton, the choir had a silent auction for a fundraiser; we were touring Europe the next spring. At this auction was a photograph taken of a country road in autumn, in full foliage. I bid $35 on this piece, with the intention of giving it to my mother for Christmas. Well, Mere had the same idea, and out-bid me by $2. As the bidding closed, she began to get worried about my reaction, as we didn't really know each other very well yet, and asked around to see if I would think of her as a 'horrible person'. When she asked a mutual friend, Nate, he offered to tell me for her, with her standing right beside him.
They both approached me. "Jay?" Nate asked. When I looked up, he continued, "Mere has something to tell you." And bolted. So she told me that we both bid on the same picture, and that she won by $2. "You are a horrible person," was the first sentence out of my mouth.
Our friendship has only become more sadistic in the last two years. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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