meep bop beep.

Posted on | March 24, 2010 | 25 Comments

doesn’t everyone have a friend that is a little unexpected? like the one you weren’t quite sure of when you met, but then somehow ended up falling madly in love with? one that you wouldn’t ever expect to become close with because they are cooler than you? well i do. her name is Bree.

Bree and i met almost 5 years ago through mutual friends. funny thing is. we would sit at the same table amongst these mutual friends and never really speak. i was scared of her. she was pretty, uber cool and to be quite honest, i thought she was a bitch. (it’s ok, she knows all this). i would tell my friend Alex “she hates me! she looks at me mean!” and he would be like “what? Bree is the funniest person i know”. i would side eye him whilst sipping my vodka tonic and think, nuh-uh. she’s a meanie!

after a while we’d start talking as her bf, Scot and all of our other man people who play music would talk about man music things. slowly but surely i realized Alex was right. she WAS the funniest person ever. and one of the most unique, amazing friends i would ever have.

she’s pretty right? like, unfairly.

Bree loves robots. one of the first times i realized how freaking ridiculously funny she was was halloween a few years back. she showed up in a robot costume that was made for kids (she is super tiny and petite so it fit). it was a head piece and robot hands and she’d grab her drink and anything else in sight with these robot claws while saying “meep, mop, boo beep”. I KNOW RIGHT? she has amazing taste and recently graduated from fashion design school. if i ever have questions regarding my wardrobe (can i even wear skinny jeans? how do i tie this scarf? what should i wear to my 10 year reunion?), i call her. better yet, i just pretty much take her shopping with me every time now. no seriously.

i think people  think we are nuts when we go shopping, because of our silly banter. this is a LEGITIMATELY accurate conversation we have on the regular at h & m:

me: “this is dumb”. ::holds up super cute top:: “i hate it”.

bree:: “that IS dumb. if you don’t buy it i will. it’s so stupid”.

me:: GASP “what the hell is this dumb shirt doing? ::hangs on stroller:: i buy you now”.

bree: ::holds up dress:: “why do i want to buy this? i kinda want to buy this.”

me: “you should, it’s hideous”.

I KNOW.

besides the being adorable and helping me shop thing, she’s incredibly caring and is the best listener i know. she tells me when i’m being a bit ridiculous and tells me when i’m not. she LOVES my kid and my kid LOVES her (last night Bree was over and Harper just went over and hugged her before bedtime. she never hugs without asking. it was precious and my heart melted).

Bree not only listens to all of my blog talk, she reads it daily and has even told me she cries regularly over it. i suppose this is my way of telling Bree how much i love and adore her, and am so grateful for her friendship. i tell her frequently IRL, but who doesn’t like to hear it on the internet, too? weird people, that’s who.

and no. you cannot have her. no really, you can’t. she doesn’t blog or tweet so you have no way of stealing her. last night we were gonna drink wine and i was gonna show her how to tweet, but instead we ate hummus and dark chocolate toblerone and cried like girls whilst watching Parenthood (not even possible to NOT cry at that show. Parenthood: 4 Mandy: O). i’d give you her number for fashion advice, but i’m super selfish so no.

Bree my darling, i love you. you’re amazing, beautiful, talented and a kick ass friend. even though most times my face hurts for hours after hanging out.

because of the giant face hurting smile, obv.

post summary: i will totally let you all know if Bree cries at this post.

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