in the world of dreams.

it seemed as though mandi was not a real person - more or less just a fragment of my imagination that i had dreamt up in order to deal with a horrible living situation senior year of high school.

although she existed in my younger years, and always disliked me; we had never really been friends even though we had attended the same schools since pre-k.

the day our worlds changed was in october of 2007.
i didn't ask permission. i didn't ask for help. i didn't even ask for boxes.
i moved into mandi's solo double room on 4th central and she had to live with it.

our dorm teacher had obviously explained to mandi what was going on, the situation i was in and kindly asked her if she wouldn't mind moving her things out of the second closet, desk, and drawers.

mandi replied, "ok, so she is moving in like at the end of the week, or?"
our dorm teacher: "no, like in the next ten minutes."

mandi opened the door and blocking the exit to her room was my couch, i waved. she cried.

that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

that first night mandi said "i go to bed every night at 11, i don't have twin sheets so we will just separate the beds tomorrow."

we never separated the beds.

two weeks later we were inseparable, staying up til three in the morning, having fashion shows, getting tcs and running around creating chaos in the dorm.

since losing a friendship in christina - i thought i would never feel close to someone again, and then i met mandi and she completely changed my mind.

we were married on south lawn underneath a "chupah" and we are jewish lesbian wives.
we wrote "mandi is the queen of queefs" and just the word "queef" several times on the bathroom wall and were sent to the deans office.
we sang karaoke at karaoke night for the mentally disabled, got booed.
we played ritual dress up with maude and john lennon, while listening to the medea soundtrack.
we got caught singing "i'll make a man out of you" from the mulan disney movie and were sentenced to detention.
we once ate an entire chocolate cake.
we stole statues from people's yards in new jersey after our walk to wawa, painted them, and gave them back.
we smoked on a trampoline - and during a 3 hour traffic jam while trying to get to the nearest taco bell which was only 8 miles away.
we took paul to see mamma mia after his father died.
we took out the recycling in high school in our dress up clothes - saw naked boys - and screamed - waking up everyone.
we hid the first time they tried to make us take out the recycling.

in a nutshell - we were insanely close in high school.
she is still one of my greatest friends.
i love her dearly - to mandi "champagne"