In Which New York Steals Our Friends

IMG_3921The very first friends we met when we moved to the Bay Area were Dale and Elyse Beard. They invited us to Six Flags one weekend and even though my crazy shy side was nervous as can be and really feeling uncomfortable/nauseous about spending a whole day with people I had never even met, it turned out to be pretty fun. We got to know each other over amusement park pizza (gross) and bonded because of our mutual appreciation for the boss that is J.K. Rowling. The rest, as they say, “is history”.

IMG_3916Over the past two years we watched them become friends we consider special. Vivian was born and I observed and learned as Elyse became a wonderful mother. She listened as I cried about struggling to find a job. Dale and Ryan commiserated over long work hours and the various random that is Deloitte.

We explored San Francisco together, ate way too much food, shopped a lot and they even taught me to enjoy camping. While we didn’t always get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked, they were the first ones to make us feel at home here.


Now they are moving on to bigger and better things in New York. Before they left a bunch of us had a little going away bash for them…complete with food, friends and an awesome polka dot photo booth.

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D and E – We are so excited for you guys! Go show those east-coasters what you are made of. But know, you will always have a place here.

Love you guys!



One thought on “In Which New York Steals Our Friends

  1. This post made me super sad…we had some good times huh? Thanks for everything you do, and for that awesome party. I miss you guys!

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