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at the reception after my brother's wedding. i was a little shy.
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"big bad ugly tattooed sasquatch
five foot two, eyes of blue"
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endlessly intriguing, and eminently
lovable people I know, Becca's part
enviro, part bluegrass, all heart, and
sexy as hell.
That's our girl - and one of my oldest
friends. I guess the bonds formed by
surviving an all-girls' catholic school
together never really break, especially
when you add in quick recall.
But where, you may ask, does this
lodestar of the hipsterati chic find her
inspiration? And how, faced with such
overwhelming coolness in the mirror each
morning, can she remain so refreshingly
honest and doggedly unpretentious?
The 'ville, baby. She's got my "Best
of" vote any day.
Oh - and she really does make excellent
mix tapes. :)
to write something nice? How about, she
always leaves the toilet seat up, she
drinks the last beer, never offers me
any food, and can't stop watching porn.
Other than that, she's the kindest,
most thoughtful, imaginative,
spontaneous, hilarious, inventive,
sexiest, free spirited person I've ever
met. Plus, she loves drinking beer in a
smokey bar and playing pool until they
kick us out. What's not to love!?
Abrazame!
the party to teammates at the tourney.
A heartwarming story about sports and
alcohol consumption. Staring Rebecca
Sherman as, "The Protagonist," Nick
O'Neil as, "The Lover," and Ben as "Yo'
Baby's Daddy."
flowery tributes, but to note that she
wears great skirts. that's it for now...
Beckaholic. I've been addicted to
this fine product of the bluegrass
since midde school, and if there is
one thing that holds true through all
those long winding years, it's this -
if you're looking for a good long
aching belly laugh that knocks you
down in the mud and bursts your sides
wide open because they just can't take
that sort of strain, then Rebecca's
your girl. She'll wallop your funny
gut and keep on running, so just laugh
your laugh and do your trying best to
keep up; I promise she's worth the
trouble.
Becky exudes radiance with which only
the sun can compare. She plays
ultimate Frisbee barefoot in the
middle of the street while wearing a
skirt - and wins. The woman has it
all. Total panache. And she's
brilliant. But don't take my word for
it, ask Bigfoot over there. <---
on a road trip. i showed up with brother
rat at her house, having stuffed myself
full of spicy italian sausages at 6:00
am. she jumps in the shotgun seat
carrying a full bag of gorp and asks if
I want some. i remember my stomach
saying "this is a bad sign". thank god
my gut instinct was dead wrong. sherm
doesn't suffer fools gladly and if
you're lucky enough to count yourself
her friend, you've already made it into
the club. once there, ask her for a
shermaker. or two. a few of her namesake
beverages and you too may find yourself
sitting in a comfortable chair, watching
some crazy-ass show, dreading the
inevitable moment when you'll have to
get up and leave; for rebecca is a
living, breathing siren. did I mention
she'll spontaneously show up at my
house, friends in tow, and make
breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning? if
that's not worth dashing your head on
the rocks for, I don't know what is.
to see you when you go, and she's the
first to welcome you when you arrive.
she tells you when you're being played,
and when you need to start playing. her
mixture of charm and honesty is more
than refreshing - it is the mark of a
true friend. plus she's mega-hot. but
don't tell n. i said that...
Whips up brunch for 100. Takes me on
last-minute, 11-hour pilgrimages to
Kentucky and stalks the local soda pop
trucks. That's Rebecca. She's about to
head West to be crowned regional River
Goddess. One less reason to visit D.C.