Eighty Sak

Back in college, I lived in a neighborhood called Old Eastward Look. A small beach community, just footsteps from the ocean. My roommates and I lived at 80 Sakonnet Boulevard during our junior and senior years of college. 80 Sakonnet Boulevard, or 80Sak as we liked to call it, was our second home; and we loved it there. We even had a sprial staircase connecting the first floor to the second floor! Our bedrooms were on the first floor of the house. In the two front bedrooms lived Caitlin and Maurin. (Yes, I had a roommate named Maurin. And yes, our names rhymed. We didn't sound obnoxious at all when we introduced ourselves).

In the back of the house were mine and Taylor's bedrooms. Coincidentally, the four of us were split by the front and the back of the house, and there were some similarities that we shared. Taylor and I are both brunette, hailed from New Jersey, and had (have) D+ boobs. We were the back of the house girlays. Living in the front of the house were Maurin and Caitlin. Both blonde, from Massachusetts, and also sharing the same cupsize. For years, it was those defining characteristics that divided us, (and also united as at the same time). But, now as we enter into our late twenties, there is something else that both divides and unites us. The former residents of 80Sak have now been divided by marriage and singlehood.

On Friday night, we attended Taylor's wedding in Maryland. (And, a lovely time was had by all). On Saturday night, Maurin got engaged. Hmm. Are these the same girls that I used to take atleast seven shots with before going out at night, eat raw brownie batter with, and dance around the house in our underwear? Yes, they are. They're just getting maui-ed.

See? We're all being proposed to, just some of us on different levels. At Taylor's wedding, on Friday night, a guy that I was talking to, proposed that we go back to his parent's RV (!?!?!?) after the wedding. Unlike, Maurin's marriage proposal, (to which she said yes), I turned my RV proposal down.

Even though I can't believe that you bitches are growing up on me, a sincere mazaaaaal to Moho and Flint. LYLAT, girlfriends.