Well, as you already know, L and K and I met in college.
L is our partner in dining crime. Actually, she's kind of the ringleader.
She is a Chicago native and loves things that I don't get in ways that I don't understand, like the Bears.
Like K, she works in "business," which is also something that I don't quite understand.
Like K, she also "owns her own place." Again, something I don't understand.
L moonlights as a big shot corporate bmoc at a major advertising firm that's located in downtown Chicago. She makes decisions. She makes assistants cry. Stuff happens when she's around. She also writes about the high and the low and the pricey and the cheap of the various food offerings of our great city.
L and K share tv obsessions with things like American Idol, Greek, the Hills - and she teaches me about what the "kids" like, and shows me that it's okay for me to like those things, too. We share a truly deep and truly abiding love for Gossip Girl and Chace Crawfords biceps - or pecs? Or both? Whatevz, we'll take any part of that.
She's equally comfortable discussing and art and culture and all those other fancy things. One day she might be reading the latest Gossip Girl tome and US Weekly, the next you'll find her with the latest biography of one or another great historical figure or the latest novel from Jhumpa Lahiri or Jonathan Safran Foer.
Also, she has a TiVo. Which is good for me.
Not long from now L will leave the City with Broad Shoulders for New Englandery climes to attend school at a certain university in Cambridge whose name will not be spoken but rhymes with Schmarvard. There she will learn how to "network" and make lots of money. She will also reunite with K, joining two parts of our trinity together.
And her hometown will miss her.
- J
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