The Other Woman.

I remember the day Beth packed up her car and left DC. She was looking for gold in California.

It probably is so clear in my memory because of the manner in which the packing and leaving occurred.

When I moved, I didn't have much more than a month warning. During that month I spent most of my free time getting rid of my belongings, storing boxes at my dad's house, organizing and cleaning.

Beth left on a Saturday morning, and started packing on the Friday before.

It was a sad day to see her go. DC was different without her.

Instead of finding gold Beth found student loans waiting for her at the Wright Institute where she began pursing a degree in Psychology.

Shortly after arriving to the Bay area, Beth met Katie. She seemed cool enough and I was super happy Beth had someone to hang out with that she liked. I heard stories about her on our phone calls (I call Beth too much.), and was looking forward to meeting an addition to our small family.

The first time I met Katie I went to San Francisco for SB '09 (:)) with an ex boyfriend. Katie was super cute and sweet. She had a perfect little dog, a sweet, soft naughty cat, beautiful homemade art on her walls, and I could tell she really liked our beloved Beth. My only

complaint, which still stands, is the level of pda. For realz. Actually, I don't really care too much, it's more that it's like watching my sister make out; nobody really likes watching family make out.

What stuck out to me most about her was her sense of humor.

Over the last 2.5 years I've grown to love Katie more and more until we recently reached the ultimate amazingness in our relationship. Are you ready for it?

Katie gave me her shorts. For all intensive purposes we'll just say it was on the streets of Vegas. Technically we stopped in to use a Casino restroom for the strip down, but the end result was Katie walking around with a long see-through shirt and lesbian underwear, so she might as well have just taken them off on the corner of Vegas Blvd and Street of Sin.

Yes, Katie took off her shorts and gave them to me. Why? because I'm a hairy Italian who had shaved two days before and my growing hair was cutting my leg!!??! WHO DOES THAT?

Katie is my real friend. I don't always require stripping to enter the category of "real friendship", and fortunately we had decided at least a year or so earlier that we were real friends, however she gave the phrase "I'll give you the shirt off my back", a whole new meaning. :)

Maybe Beth did find gold after all.