This girl has taught me so much about how to live properly. Tea cups, for example, are perfectly acceptable containers for mixing Red Bull and vodka. And when you run out of chips, just drink the queso. If you find yourself at the helm of a sixty-foot boat called Miller Time with no one but your ex-boyfriend to keep you company — drink until you can’t see him anymore. Politely decline the whippets proffered by bachelors on rickety lakeside docks. Tuck your keys underneath the mat, and leave the door unlocked. No one will steal the stereo. Wear white jeans after Labor Day with a dark gray sweater, and always carry an extra bottle of pinot grigio and a mix CD in your purse (because the best dance parties swoop in with no warning). God created parking lots…and slinky black boots…and Lupe Fiasco…for Mizzou tailgates and very little else. You just cannot be too careful in this crazy world. You have to come prepared. And under no circumstance should anyone ever claim September as their birthday month. The 22nd, my friends, belongs to Courtney. Oh my stars, I miss her so much.
