the Romy to my Michele

During our Girls Only Utah Trip the topic of our impending high school reunion came up. It was ten years ago that we graduated from hell high school and our reunion is sometime this year. My best friend, Kate, said she wanted to go but since she works most weekends (as a wedding photographer) she's not sure if she would make it. I turned to her with sad puppy dog eyes and pleaded, "You have to go! You're the Romy to my Michele! Who's gonna show up in a bright dress suit with me, help me make up a successful career, and exit in a helicopter with me?!"