My old compadre Kelli stayed last night with me, completing the weekend trifecta of sleepovers! She was passing through town from G-Forks for a conference, and we had a nice (brief) time catching up. Kelli has been my friend since 7th grade, and we’ve had some great times. Together we’ve done plenty of boyfriend coaching (which, in hindsight we’ve realized how silly our high school relationships were). We’ve snuck out together for all the right reasons, and taken blames together for our mistakes. We huffed and puffed and wheezed together after running our races in track and sat benches together in softball and volleyball. We’ve cling wrapped cars and baked cakes and done dances together. We got our licenses together, and drove around the streets of Minot together with loud, vulgar music playing. There is not a stretch of Broadway we’ve not cruised ten times or a moment in her Chevy Celebrity (or my Olds Eighty-Eight) that we didn’t feel young and wild. Kelli has been around a long time!