It's finally come... the last Ritz Cracker parting! I already had to send one off to California and the other off to Tallahasse. But thursday, I said bye to my dearest, Timms, yes as in, Erica Timmons (the party, duh). So there are these three girls in my life, whom I only recently became absolute bff's with, and each of them is so uniquely energetic; yet, together, we are independently flawless. & I really thought I need to dedicate an entire post to this friendship known as the "Ritz Crackers".
The story goes like this:
You know how every one hates Valentine's Day? Well, every one that's single, that is. And some go on awkward double dates with someone they randomly decided to try things out with. Some do "Valentine's Day" parties with all the singles of Miami. Others, do "I hate Valentines Day" parties with all the bitter souls of Miami. But many just sit at home and watch romantic comedies away from their phones in order to avoid texting their ex or checking Instagram. Any way, I had been in a pretty committed relationship until a couple nights before the dreaded day and I still hadn't coped with it enough to reveal the awkward news to any of my friends. So most of them just assumed I had plans that night but I didn't, obviously. I actually hadn't even thought of it because this year, February 14th wasn't just Valentine's Day, it was the day UF sent out it's acceptance letters. Yes, before I got stuck in Miami... I was a die hard Gator and everyone knew it. I had spent the summer before doing a Journalism camp there and I was head over heels in love with every thing about it. The news was supposed to come out at 3 p.m. So I went to the beach with my friends in my Gator shirt trying to enjoy the beautiful day but I was honestly so worried. My stomach was tossing and turning. All I could think about was not getting in, how much I would let my family down, how embarrassing it would be when people asked me if I got in. The nightmare 120458 x's worse than being alone on Valentine's Day came true... my heart was crushed (to say the least) that afternoon when I didn't get in. Ugh, it was the worst failure I had ever ever experienced. But I knew it would be my last and that I couldn't dwell on it. I had to accept that it wasn't for me. Any way, Erica was strangely concerned about me that day... Now that I know her better, I know its common nature of her to worry about her friends. But really, we were barely close at the time. She had offered for me to stay with her at the Ritz Carolton for the weekend; she had invited Remy (who I had known forever) and Nikki (who was my soulsista). I knew she was only offering to be nice at my lowest point but I accepted any way. I had spent the entire afternoon drowning in the fact that I wasn't going to be a Gator. I hadn't even mentioned my Valentine's invite until my mom asked if I had plans. Of course, she already had Valentine's plans, and I wasn't about to ask her to give them up for me. So she advised me to go to the Ritz for the weekend and that we would figure out my college plans after. Going that weekend was probably the best decision I had made in a really long time. We promised not to talk about college over our homemade Valentine's dinner for four that night. Instead, we watched Girls (basically us). And talked about how many things we had in common and how weird it was that we hadn't all hung out together sooner (considering we had gone to high school together all these years. Since that day, Erica would always invite us three over to the Ritz. By the way, Remy was the inventor of our name, "Ritz Crackers". Ritz obviously stands for our castle of a hang out spot and Crackers stands for our pale skins before the weekend started (typical Remy). It's not like we ditched our original friends group. We would just reunited at the Ritz every once in a while and have an absolute blast over spa days, movie nights, or cookies and milk room service (nothing crazy.. pretty simple and awesome though). Definitely some of the moments I'll remember most about my senior year.
The best and most unique thing about my friendship with these girls is that we are all so different from one another. Each of us has a different vibe to give off. It's relieving to know that we'll never become a robotic group. We're all really supportive of each other. And although we're in living far from one another, we keep our friendship updated on the daily. There's nothing like morning catch ups about our nights or nightly catch ups about our days. I couldn't be more grateful. Every one deserves a group of friends like this.
If you're reading this, I love you girls! I wish you the best in your new homes and I hope you make good friends that will support you no matter what ((:
The story goes like this:
You know how every one hates Valentine's Day? Well, every one that's single, that is. And some go on awkward double dates with someone they randomly decided to try things out with. Some do "Valentine's Day" parties with all the singles of Miami. Others, do "I hate Valentines Day" parties with all the bitter souls of Miami. But many just sit at home and watch romantic comedies away from their phones in order to avoid texting their ex or checking Instagram. Any way, I had been in a pretty committed relationship until a couple nights before the dreaded day and I still hadn't coped with it enough to reveal the awkward news to any of my friends. So most of them just assumed I had plans that night but I didn't, obviously. I actually hadn't even thought of it because this year, February 14th wasn't just Valentine's Day, it was the day UF sent out it's acceptance letters. Yes, before I got stuck in Miami... I was a die hard Gator and everyone knew it. I had spent the summer before doing a Journalism camp there and I was head over heels in love with every thing about it. The news was supposed to come out at 3 p.m. So I went to the beach with my friends in my Gator shirt trying to enjoy the beautiful day but I was honestly so worried. My stomach was tossing and turning. All I could think about was not getting in, how much I would let my family down, how embarrassing it would be when people asked me if I got in. The nightmare 120458 x's worse than being alone on Valentine's Day came true... my heart was crushed (to say the least) that afternoon when I didn't get in. Ugh, it was the worst failure I had ever ever experienced. But I knew it would be my last and that I couldn't dwell on it. I had to accept that it wasn't for me. Any way, Erica was strangely concerned about me that day... Now that I know her better, I know its common nature of her to worry about her friends. But really, we were barely close at the time. She had offered for me to stay with her at the Ritz Carolton for the weekend; she had invited Remy (who I had known forever) and Nikki (who was my soulsista). I knew she was only offering to be nice at my lowest point but I accepted any way. I had spent the entire afternoon drowning in the fact that I wasn't going to be a Gator. I hadn't even mentioned my Valentine's invite until my mom asked if I had plans. Of course, she already had Valentine's plans, and I wasn't about to ask her to give them up for me. So she advised me to go to the Ritz for the weekend and that we would figure out my college plans after. Going that weekend was probably the best decision I had made in a really long time. We promised not to talk about college over our homemade Valentine's dinner for four that night. Instead, we watched Girls (basically us). And talked about how many things we had in common and how weird it was that we hadn't all hung out together sooner (considering we had gone to high school together all these years. Since that day, Erica would always invite us three over to the Ritz. By the way, Remy was the inventor of our name, "Ritz Crackers". Ritz obviously stands for our castle of a hang out spot and Crackers stands for our pale skins before the weekend started (typical Remy). It's not like we ditched our original friends group. We would just reunited at the Ritz every once in a while and have an absolute blast over spa days, movie nights, or cookies and milk room service (nothing crazy.. pretty simple and awesome though). Definitely some of the moments I'll remember most about my senior year.
The best and most unique thing about my friendship with these girls is that we are all so different from one another. Each of us has a different vibe to give off. It's relieving to know that we'll never become a robotic group. We're all really supportive of each other. And although we're in living far from one another, we keep our friendship updated on the daily. There's nothing like morning catch ups about our nights or nightly catch ups about our days. I couldn't be more grateful. Every one deserves a group of friends like this.
If you're reading this, I love you girls! I wish you the best in your new homes and I hope you make good friends that will support you no matter what ((: