I have a lot of really GREAT memories with Molly, but my favorite would be by 24th birthday, so just under three years ago.

Molly flew in from her university in New York to surprise me. She was hiding in my room and my roommates kept trying to make me go in there so I’d see her, but I was being stubborn and wouldn’t get off the couch. Finally she jumps out into the hallway, I burst into tears, drop to the ground and pretty much lose my shit.

Anyways, that night, we went out to Chinatown to this place called Buddha. I happened to know the bartender so we were treated very well (almost too well), and I, being the birthday girl, got a little drunk. Molly was trying to take drinks away but I was being sneaky, so she lured me outside where she proceeded to throw cherry bombs at my head, which she had bought off of a street merchant. We were running up and down the block and I’m sure it was QUITE the sight to be seen.

Anyways, that was a very very good night. One of many that I’ve had with my little sister.