My Conley Sisters

I had some friends over tonight and we watched Mama Mia. Much laughing was involved. Timothy brought us chocolate. He's a good man.

Both times I've watched it I've come away missing my Conley sisters. This post is for those women. You know who you are.

Remember when I got stuck being your roommate and Laura thought I was too social and I thought she was too pretty and Brooke thought I was too social and I thought Brooke was scary, and so we went into the roommate thing with a whole lot of preconceptions that were also misconceptions?? Okay--Brooke did turn out to be a little scary. :)

And Julia and Cindy and Pepe and Derek and Jared had all gotten married between December and August and I'd broken up with Timothy and I was feeling pretty lonely and friendless.

Remember how after two days it was like we'd been friends forever--sisters, in fact. And even though Polly pretended she didn't live with us and had a much sweeter pad, she slept over in Christy's bed pretty much every night? And even though I only met Becky in person once during the course of living with all the Conley's--it was just as obvious that we were destined to remain the closest of friends.

Remember when Emily and Josh sang the water opera with me and Polly as backup and our other roommate (can't remember her name), told her friend that this was why she never went home?

Remember when Josh proposed to Emily with a kohlrobi? Remember when Ben proposed to Christy before they'd ever been on a date? Remember Ammon's stories and Ben's beans and Josh's smile and Christy's backrubs, and my encouraging everyone to embrace nudity? Um, except Ben and Ammon and Josh.

Remember when we got in trouble for being too noisy during ward prayer? Remember driving around singing Dixie Chicks and shooting each other with cap guns and randomly throwing water on people? Remember when Christy insisted she was an Indian instead of a cowboy and almost killed me with her suction cup arrow when we were driving home from Reams?

Remember when I shot that poor strange boy on the bicycle with my air rifle and him falling off his bike in his fright?

Remember the food Polly concocted? Remember driving a ridiculous distance to buy key lime cheesecake and that fruit dessert you guys always bought?

Remember how Brooke terrified everyone and yet the boys still sniffed around her--in a very cautious way? Remember when Brooke bought me Washington Square after we'd watched (and loved) the movie together at the international cinema?

Remember Laura dancing around the apartment looking too pretty for words in a newly-engaged haze?

Some day soon--we all need to get together, watch Mama Mia, laugh our heads off, reminisce about the good ole days, and then compare mothering nightmare stories. I can't think of anything I'd rather do.

I love you all. I miss you all.

PS--Now, go watch Mama Mia and start practicing the Dancing Queen number.