Meet Rainbow-Loving Heather

A few things you should know my colorful friend Heather:
  • She has been rocking pure awesomeness since 1984.
  • We met as angst ridden teenagers.
  • Her parents basement was decked out in American Indian paraphernalia. Dream catchers and detailed paintings of pissed off Navajos masked the wood-paneled walls. Rumor had it that the house was built over a ancient graveyard. This only added to the shenanigans at her parties.
  • The devious look in her eyes is no mistake. Neither is the smirk. She is usually up to something.
  • Heather is synonymous with "good time". Be aware that the said good times are usually peppered with inappropriateness on all levels.
  • Too smart. Her life would be a lot easier if she was as dumb as she pretends to be.
  • She makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.
  • After a brief hiatus following high school graduation, my love for Heather was renewed when I started a job at ARUP Blood Labs. My new boss had recruited me herself at Victoria's Secret for my exceptional boob measuring skills. On a tour of the department I was surprised to see one of my favorite people chillin out in a cubicle. As Heather and I got all giggly and excited to be working together, our boss eyed both of us with reasonable suspicion.
  • As a true Native American lover would, she drove me to the U of U or TRAX when I couldn't drive. And by couldn't drive, I mean my license was suspended for too many speeding tickets. My level of laziness could not have reached it's height without Heather enabling it. For that I am grateful.
  • Many of my dirty jokes are inspired by her. If you hang out with her wear a diaper or a huge maxi pad. It is probable that you will pee your pants from fits of laughter.
  • We are familiar with each others breasts. Don't' ask.

1 comment:

  1. I actually just ran into Heather at a wedding about 3 weeks ago. She is awesome!


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