Hannah Marin: A Tribute

Hannah, my best friend of four years and roommate of three is graduating tomorrow and I thought I'd do a little tribute. I believe you have friends, and then you have best friends. The kind that make you get teary-eyed while watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants or Bride Wars. Hannah is one of those.

According to Facebook, Hannah and I have 143 mutual friends, 11 "likes" in common (Kanye West and My Fair Lady among them) and 354 pictures together. We also have an enduring love for Stephen Colletti, a good dance party, and Taylor Swift. We have been to Vegas 5 times together. Our favorite foods include salad, SmartFood cheese popcorn, and Sammy's fries. Some popular Hannah and Melissa catchphrases include "Born This Way" and "on the reg." We do, however, have differing opinions on the Lakers, the song "Landslide," and whether Landon Donovan is still hot post-World Cup.


Debatable

Hannah is very unique. She writes in her journal every night (which is very useful if you want her to recount in exact detail the Vegas trip of April 09). Her dream is to marry a Kennedy and she's probably one of the only people over the age of 5 who calls underwear "undies" (Full disclosure: after 4 years of friendship I do too). She follows Jersey Shore religiously and one time she had a solo dance party to "Who Let the Dogs Out" at 12:30 am.

In all seriousness, Hannah is amazing and I couldn't ask for a better best friend. She stands up for what is right, even if it's unpopular.

Hannah has always been there for me. I can think of a million times in our summers apart when she called me exactly when I to be called. We had a telepathic "best friend" unity that saved me from dealing with annoying people, crappy jobs, and the series finale of The Hills alone.

Looking back on our four years, I can think of a million things Hannah has done for me to be a great friend. How many times did she listen while I talked about every last detail of some interaction I had with some random boy? How many times did she assure me that "no, that dress does not make you look like you have love handles?"

I think when you have a best friend who's as loyal and understanding and amazing as Hannah, you get lazy. You stop thinking about what you can do for them, because they don't really ask you to. Hannah had her heart broken a few months ago. I found myself trying to do anything I could to help. Ice cream? Send mean messages? Anything? And in true Hannah form, she didn't let me. She did, however, make me scream my least favorite word (jeggings) out of our bedroom window. A low point. One because I had vowed to myself never to say that word, two because there was nothing I could do to help her, three because I even had to ask what I could do. I should have known without asking. I promise to be better about that in the future.

So tomorrow she graduates from college with a degree in philosophy. She's moving off to DC to work and have a million single college-grad adventures. I'm going to miss her (and her clothes) more than anything. But if we have learned anything from The Sisterhood, we'll never really be apart. She'll still be just a phone call away when I have some grievance or want to talk about how good Chili's sounds.



"Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you will find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who's been standing beside you all along."
I did just drop some Bride Wars on you guys. Gag if you want, but my blog, my rules.