
I can’t really see another squad tryna’ cross us, naw.
– Drake
Kathryn Cook (maid of honor)

I had the honor of becoming best friends with Kathryn in Philadelphia. Before I met Travis, Kathryn is the one with whom I would have chosen to grow old, jet-setting around the world as eccentric and fabulous spinsters in fabulous furs and turbans. You know, the kind that says “daaaah-ling” a lot. She’s my wise counselor, confidante, and amazing sister in Christ. She’s game for everything from, from tete-a-tetes in our favorite, eclectic Philly lounge, to harrowing road trips in the backroads of Maritime Canada (we survived! and so did our friendship!). She works full time AND is studying for her MBA, always looks like she stepped out of a Fellini film, throws punches and slides elegantly into tango moves, and oh yeah, throw a mean and elegant panini party. In other words, when I grow up, I hope that I can be like her.
Amaris White
We met through a mutual friend in New York, and to borrow from Fitzgerald, we slipped briskly into an intimacy from which we have never recovered. It’s been an adventure ever since! We went on a life-changing trip to Norway together, and many madcap runs around New York and Philadelphia (including an incident with too many $5 pickleback shots that is best not remembered). We have similar levels of nerdery, mad humor, and crazy wanderlust, and whether it’s talking endlessly while eating street cart chicken and rice after a long night, thrilling to a live symphony version of LOTR, or chasing down the Northern Lights near the Arctic Circle, we’ll never stop having things to do and dreams to talk about. I’m currently living vicariously through her incredible adventures around the world.
This OG has been my Ride til We Die girl since med school, whether near or far. I’ve called her sobbing, I’ve called her laughing, and she’s always there for me. She’s the highlight of some of my favorite memories: the time we were (questionably) kidnapped by a cab driver to Brooklyn while on our way to LES, and she saved us by pushing us out of the moving cab nearly into a snowbank; the time when we bought the cheapest Killers tickets three rows from the rafters and had an incredible dance party with the other folks stranded up there, the Killers merely specks on the bright stage below; the time at the Black Squirrel where she had an extensive conversation with her awesome bartender friend David in order to give me a chance to flirt with a microfinance guy at the bar (and creepily spy on me as I did. Well, I fortunately failed, but she succeeded, as she and David are now married!). We’ve been separated by distance for some time, but every time we get together, it’s like we never left off.

