Vinca, Vidi, Vici

Dear Caitilin,

We first met at the greenhouse, where you were the rockstar employee that never had to show up for mic check. You would come in when you felt like it and kick ass, take names and then be out. That being said, me being more or less a grunt in the pecking order it took a while before I got to know you.

I assumed before that time that you were the type of hippygirl that would inevitably say stuff to me that would make me want to mellonballer my brain out, but it turned out (as it often does) that I was grossly mistaken.

You actually knew your shit, and took a rational and metered process to coming to conclusions. Also you took offense to being called a hippy (which I assume everyone that is not over 50 does) and made it very clear that this was not the case. I was fairly surprised how much you and I had in common (again mostly do to my faulty early judgment) and good times followed from there. You showed me your insane, but completely controlled with an iron fist garden. You introduced me to your dad and brother, both of which were pretty awesome dudes. And you let me sit on your stairs and smoke, which given your disinterest for the habit, was a rather saintly thing for you to do.

While I often felt like an intruder in the world you made around you, I never felt like I was unwelcome and that is something I have strived to understand so that I can do the same for people. Your cats, while being a bit on the batshit side were always cool to me, and named appropriately for plants that spread all over the place and generally cause a ruckus in the surrounding areas.

You also helped me dig a hole, which frankly not enough women do in my humble opinion, and that won huge bonus points in my narrow view of the world.

Our FBfriendship has been a varied one pepper with commentary on one another that sometimes bordered on the offensive, which though I may have not let on, I enjoyed immensely. You will be missed in my news feed for your foodie pics and random nonsense that takes a certain eye to select properly. I assume I will see you around at odd intervals and in general we will carry on as we have. All the same, we don’t really need FB when we have Drew as a fairly reliable conduit.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt