So my good friend
Ashley moved to St. Louis [well,
Ballwin], Missouri this past week. I promised I'd write a blog about her, so here goes...
Ashley Erin Hurd was born in...
Just kidding. Not that kind of blog. That'd be weird.
Ashley and I are...well, pretty different. Then again, we're exactly the same.
Let's run the stats: She's a
chick, I'm a
dude.
She's
black, I'm
white.
She's from the
city, I'm from the
country.
That's where the differences end... We're kind of the same, otherwise. I can't tell you how many movies we went to together--
20,
Ashley? Somewhere in there, I reckon. That was our main outlet for hanging out--going to the movies. That, and her soccer games. Man, her soccer games...
Various teammates of hers basically thought we should be married. We constantly bickered at each other
(in a loving way, of course), so I guess they figured we already acted married, anyway. After the first few times,
we really just did it to mess with them. Pretty funny stuff.
We have a unique relationship--where one of us will say:
"I hate you," and the other just laughs.
On her last day, she said something--
picking on me--and I replied: "Man, I'm so glad you're leaving." We all busted out laughing.
Obviously, that wasn't true. I miss her--always will. She is a terrific person. Lots of fun.
Just don't tell her I said that.Most embarrassing moment with Ashley: Clubbing in
Kansas City for her birthday
--group of 10. How many white folks do you think were in the group? Yup, just me. It was all gravy, though--until we hit this one spot. You know the kind--where you're certain you'll see
three or four handguns just within your peripherals, upon entry. The kind of back-alley hole in the wall that charges you
$20 to get in, even though the place is
no bigger than your kitchen at home. Packed to the gills, too.
If you think my blood was pumping a little faster that night--you'd be correct. **Since we somehow don't have a single picture with just the two of us...this is the best I could come do (from that night, too). All
10 of us in an elevator. Cropped the best I could, but Brian's shades--
and G's forehead--still made it into the shot.
**
Most important lesson learned from Ashley: White people can love
Popeye's chicken, too. Which is nice, because it's pretty much
--not to oversell it here--the best thing ever in life. I may never eat
KFC again.
KFC is like the retarded, blind little step-brother of
Popeye's. Gosh darn it, he tries hard, but he just doesn't get the job done.
Most harrowing moment with Ashley: It's the 21st century. People shouldn't have an issue with mixed-race couples by now. But set a white guy and a black girl
(who are 110% just friends, by the way, and always will be) on a bench in downtown
Wichita, KS after midnight--you'd be surprised how many awkward looks you get. We had fun with it. That's how we are. Kind of like with her teammates--always fun to mess with people. Still, just a little ridiculous.
Most annoying moment with Ashley: I may never forgive her for making me sit through
Mamma Mia.
Two hours and
nine bucks I'll never get back. Absolute garbage. May be the closest thing to a real
fight we ever have.
Anyways, I've rambled on long enough. You get the idea. If I say much more, she might get the idea that she's actually important to me.
Yuck!Just kidding,
Ashley.
I miss you.
I hope your new home suits you well, and that this finds you smiling.
Your white friend,Derrick
