When I was nine years old …
When I was nine years old, I went to a frat party at DePauw University. The bouncer asked for ID at the door, so I pulled out my library card and held it up for him.
That’s one of Alicia’s favorite memories of me as a kid. Since she’s one of my oldest sister’s oldest friends, Alicia can remember about as many years of my life as I can.
I now live far away from my biological sisters, and Alicia and I both live in the Denver metro area, so she’s become kind of a surrogate big sister to me. She does sisterly things for me like:
- Inviting me over for cook-outs,
- Getting me job interviews,
- Giving me her extra set of mixing bowls when she moved in with her boyfriend,
- Letting me stay at her place in Breckenridge to go skiing,
- Recommending trustworthy real estate agents,
- Setting me up on (wildly successful) blind dates, and
- Sharing cool CNN articles about state rankings for bike-friendliness.
Alicia and I were both proud to see Colorado in the top 10 bike-friendly states!
P.S. The underage frat party incident was during Li’l Sibs Weekend, so it was kosher.