To celebrate a much-too-late reunion between roommates, Cynthia and I decided to have a wine and cheese night. Of course, by wine and cheese we mean Mexican martinis, Texas tea, and queso at Trudy's. Cynthia had the burden of living with me during my first year of law school. She only saw me during the summer before school started and after finals, save for a few evenings out every couple of weeks. Since moving to Austin, she and I haven't had an opportunity to see each other, which is a shame because I have no other outlet for my nostalgia about our trip to Russia or for my sassy sarcasm specially crafted for our conversations. Tonight felt as if nothing had changed: Mexican food, drinks, and harassing the cats from the couch after dinner. I hope it doesn't take another full year to see my lovely Cynthia again, although I'm sure I can finagle her into coming to graduation. She wouldn't miss the opportunity to wipe a phantom tear from her eye and say, "My little ginger is all grown up!"
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