This one is actually gonna be done on time, because, surprisingly enough, I am considerably un-busy this Monday night. In 2 hours and 1 minute (sooner when this actually posts) my other little sister turns 23.
I am the oldest of three girls. Rachel is almost exactly three years younger than me, and as we’ve grown up, we’ve been pretty close. She was my first roommate, the first person I could boss around, and 85 percent of her trips to the emergency room growing up were my fault. Truth be told, sometimes I’m surprised she even talks to me.
We were roommates for a few years when we were younger, right after Sami was born. And when I was a senior in high school, she was a freshman. I remember lots of stops at the gas station on the way to school for Krispey Kremes and chocolate milk and keeping us awake on the drive to Eastern with 96.5 playing on the radio. I’m pretty sure I’m the reason she knows so many rap songs from the late 90s. In fact, I know those early morning rap concerts in my car are responsible for her knowing all the words to “Break Yo Neck” by Busta Rhymes.
Some of the most fun times I’ve had were in Lexington, visiting her and friends at UK. She’s the only one who’ll do the dance from Hitch with me at wedding receptions and bars and other places where there is dancing – you know, the one where they put their foreheads together and kind of run in place?
She makes me laugh – we have a similar sense of humor and usually think/say the same things when we’re making fun of someone or something. She organizes parties at my apartment and when we got the same kind of car when I was in college, we named them Mary Kate and Ashley. She’s also good at modeling – see below.
But seriously, she’s awesome. And I love her. And I’m really glad she lives in Louisville now so I can see her more often.
Happy birthday, Rach!