Every memory I have of freshman year, and many in the following semesters, include Lauren Elizabeth Strauch.
We met on bid day freshman year when we both found out we had gotten our number one choice for sorority: Pi Beta Phi. Our friendship rapidly grew that evening as we were put in the most socially awkward situation ever (karaoke with over one hundred other girls) - so, we decided we would be each other's safety valve.
A spontaneous decision spurred from the need for a familiar face in a crowd of so many unknowns, yet ended up lasting years longer. And surely, for more decades to come.
It was also then and there that we decided we would be roommates.
(And roommates we were for two years.)
Everyone mixed us up. For months. I got referred to as Lauren more times than I cared to count, and it only worsened as our fiercely close relationship grew and we were never seen without each other.
We had a harsh love for soynut butter.
On tailgating mornings drank our vodka sprites with cheerios sprinkled on top.
Drinking on an empty stomach never ends well. This way we got some sort of breakfast.
We could go out and spread our debauchery all over Columbia (or at least the bars that admitted our underage entrance), yet just as happily we could stay in and snuggle up for hours on end watching the worst chick flicks you could imagine.
We shared our first typical college toga party experience together and managed to have every single drink paid for without ever breaking open our wallets.
We sprinkled crystal light on ice and chomped through cup after cup, much to the dismay of our sorority sisters.
On tailgating mornings drank our vodka sprites with cheerios sprinkled on top.
Drinking on an empty stomach never ends well. This way we got some sort of breakfast.
We could go out and spread our debauchery all over Columbia (or at least the bars that admitted our underage entrance), yet just as happily we could stay in and snuggle up for hours on end watching the worst chick flicks you could imagine.
We shared our first typical college toga party experience together and managed to have every single drink paid for without ever breaking open our wallets.
We sprinkled crystal light on ice and chomped through cup after cup, much to the dismay of our sorority sisters.
We laugh until it hurts, and we always have each other's shoulder to cry on.
Being eight hours away from home is sometimes hard, but it's no big deal when I have Lan and Kathy a mere 120 miles away; parents that rival only my own.
A rare friendship captured in self-indulgent black and white photos:
(why did anyone tell us we look alike??? See above photo.)
I am one lucky girl with this one by my side.
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