Haaaaapy Birthday To You

Today is the birthday of the girl with a thousand nicknames. I'm talking about Bev, Bevis, Bevels, Beave, Beaven, Beaver, OBeven, and any other nickname that I forgot to mention.

We met during our freshman year of college, both awkward and homesick. In the years following there has been laughter, debauchery, and drama too plentiful to describe.

So how can I express what it means to be friends with Beven?

With a montage.

Having Beven in your life means that there will be many 80s parties. Many, many 80s parties. But life with Beven is more than just leg warmers and blue eyeshadow. It also means coming downstairs at 5 am to find 30 people having a Wednesday night dance party. It means having a friend who will literally drive to McDonald's without any pants on just to grab every breakfast before they switch to the lunch menu. It means knowing someone who will punch someone in the neck (or the uterus) if they even think of crossing you.

A friendship with Beven means a lot of things, and yes, one of those things usually involves illegal amounts of fun. But having Beven around also means having the most fiercely loyal person on the planet in your corner, and that means a hell of a lot.

Beven's birthdays usually last around the 8-9 day range, so I'm positive that August 13-21 will no doubt be whispered about in the highest of Chicago's social circles for years to come. Or, at the very least, that Beven will once again put a Miller Lite t-shirt over her dress and bring out her party fingers for some major dance-offs.

Happy Birthday, Beven. I wish I could be there to celebrate the entire week with you.

Love,

Nora