Because She Brings Out the Silly in Me

10. A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with.

 

Okay, maybe the things we do aren't messed up. They're just super fun. And amazing. And photo-worthy. And hyper. Have I mentioned the awesomeness of my Grand-Big yet?

 

Karen is my Grand-Big in Phi Sigma Pi. It's her fault I started going on awesome road trips. She told me I was going to WICKED 2 in Kansas City. TOLD me. And you don't say no to Karen. It's her fault I did half the goofy things I did. It, however, is not her fault I sang the Announcements Song--that was E-Beth. She planned trips for us even after we stopped going to National PSP events. She taught me the meaning of Brotherhood, and that included lots of silliness, mirth, travel, and love. P.S.--I need another trip with my Karen, if you're reading!

 

Karen helped me come out of a shell I didn't even know I had. She stuck by me in a very difficult time in my life. All with the vivaciousness and readiness for another adventure that makes me want to get in my car and head down to Dallas right now to see her and her Jeff.

 

So, some explanation of these photos:

 

The first time I really got to hang out a whole lot with Karen was that roadtrip to KC for WICKED that she told me I was going on. There was a pinata. Inside was the requisite candy. There were also condoms and certificates for alcohol. Karen got those, and then stood around looking sad-eyed for someone to partake with her. With sporks in her hair. I think it was at this point I realized how awesome she is. Or that I was in trouble. Either way, I was going to have fun.

 

She has a tendency to bite my cheek.

 

We went to Atlanta for National Convention and ran around Olympic Park. I ran through the splash pad. We found a statue to pose with.

 

Karen couldn't make it to WICKED one year (WICKED was our PSP regional conference). So, since she had channeled my being through an A1 Steaksauce bottle for a birthday party I couldn't attend, I channeled her being through a Shiner Bock bottle for the fun parts of the conference. The bottle was cooling off after some dancing and fun. It had recently been in a fort that had been built in one of the other chapters' rooms.

 

She (and Lacy) even wore a t-shirt for one of my exhibits around Washington, D.C. for me when we went there for Convention. Even though it was kinda freezing.