Friday, August 22, 2008

89/365: Ingrid

I'd meet my friends at the same place for lunch every day and one day she was with them. She just kind of appeared, and no one bothered to introduce us so it was over a week before I learned her name. She had a crazy sense of humour, and because she had foreign parents her stories always seemed more interesting than ours. In high school we'd leaf through Vogue, Elle and GQ with the metro guys and commiserate about our IB assignments. She stubbornly refuses to get a facebook account, which makes it harder to keep in touch.