This is part of a memoir series on my friendship with Renee who I met in college and focuses mainly on our escapades during our late teens and early twenties.
I love memories. As I think back to my roaring twenties, one friend comes to mind: Renee. We went on so many trips together and had so many adventures and crazy times.
What was funny about Renee and me is that from appearances only we seemed so different. She was a true prepster: Polo and Lacoste shirts, pink and green, tennis and ski clubs. I was the bohemian hippie: fatigues, thrift stores and vintage, beads, harem pants and wild hair. And yet, we were so much alike: silly, talkers, lovers of life.
The funniest thing was eating. She would be eating her hamburger, and me a vegetarian meal. And somehow we found places to eat.
People assumed we were sisters because surely we weren’t friends. But we were. Sisters and friends.
I have a few short stories to share with you this first week in January. So stay tuned…