The Christers

While I am sitting here at work guzzling water because I’ve got heartburn and I’ve convinced myself that would help (2nd day in a row I’ve forgotten to take my heartburn meds), I decided to write a small ode to my good pally Christers. Her name isn’t actually Christers, it is just Christa. But she calls me The Suze, and I call her Christers, and we’ll leave it at that. We are celebrating her birthday tonight, and as she is the reason this blog was created years ago (as a joke, don’t think she knows that), I thought I would share some fun moments with her.

We met the very first day of college almost EIGHT YEARS AGO (as of this fall)!!!! Where does time go? I was the nervous first-time-away-from-home freshmen, and I was on the lookout my first day for nice people to sit by in class. I saw this girl who was trying to locate the owner of a key she found on the floor. She seemed lovely, so I trailed her into the big auditorium room and sat by her. We briefly struck up a conversation, then as class ended she went in some random direction (this is actually a funny story), and I went another. Then before my very next class, I see her sitting outside the classroom. I was so pleased to find out that not only was she in this next class, but she had also been in my music class earlier that morning! We hit it off right away and made plans that very weekend. Looking back I know this was no accident. I was in such desperate need of friends, and here was this person with my exact sense of humor who had three classes with me. The moment I knew we were destined to be friends was when she mentioned “The City and the Country Mouse” story, which I had loved as a kid. I was almost positive that story didn’t exist anywhere else outside my house. The similarities don’t end there, I assure you, or we certainly wouldn’t be friends anymore.

The funny thing about Christers and I is that we seem to always have the weirdest things happen while we are together. We once watched a man in a dog costume approach cars in a parking lot, we found ourselves sitting through an organ recital while a campus party raged outside, and my most favorite incident was recently when we watched a young (able-body and minded) girl drive up to a lamppost in a nearly empty parking lot and begin kickboxing it with full gear on. I think it is more likely that both of us are very keen people watchers, and we just keep our eyes open when we are together.

But the fact is, some of my best memories from Provo, or ever, are with Christers. We’ve driven on the wrong side of the road together, eaten large servings of rice pudding which apparently we didn’t like at all together, unknowingly stolen BYU property together, and generally eaten way too much each time we meet (sushi, frozen yogurt, BYU football luxury tent , and Rio Tinto catering).

Sadly, we have few pictures of us over the years. The most recent one was from about 3 years ago. My favorite is the 3rd picture in this post because it shows our faces during one of those weird moments I was mentioning.

So Christers, if you are reading this, know that it is in lieu of a birthday card. I forgot to write one before I left for work today…..