Her Bags Are Packed, She's Ready To Go

Three years ago while studying abroad in Oxford I met Notorious, Face, and Grasshoppah. Since then, we’ve referred to ourselves as The Quatro (yes, we named our foursome and shame on Carrie Bradshaw for not doing the same). Those three years have seen more action than a Denny’s parking lot. There have been parties, bars, street corners, gutters, fights, make ups, hugs, heart-to-hearts, laughs, and, maybe the worst of it, moves. Actually, it seems we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together since the good ol’ Oxford days. England and Arkansas robbed us of Notorious for years, London and Jersey stole me away for a time, but finally we all collected in and around Boston for a second coming of the golden age, though granted, a far tamer, more gentle version. Alas, once again, a member is moving on: Grasshoppah leaves us on Saturday for western Massachusetts. In homage to our wise, advice-giving, ever patient, understanding, and empathetic friend, I give you a pictorial representation of Grasshoppah through the years (we'll miss you hon!):

Me, Face, and Grasshoppah on New Year's Eve 2008

Grasshoppah playing drunken Jenga with the German

Grasshoppah and Notorious talking in the gardens at Oxford

Face, Notorious, and Grasshoppah clubbing in England

The Quatro in Scotland

Grasshoppah and me, showing the love at our favorite bar

'Hoppah, consider it a going away present that I didn't post the innumerable pictures that I have of you passed out on various bar stools, kitchen counters, sofas, and assorted ditches. Now go get into trouble where we can't keep an eye on you and come back soon!