Everyone needs a Sarah in their life. The friend who always has your back, calls you on your bullshit, lifts you up, and can read your eyes when necessary. She is my best buddy. We had a crazy fun night last night. A large group of us went to an event in town, then wrapped it up at a local bar. There was too much drink, lots of dancing, a bit of groping and too much drink. It was approaching last call when we began gathering our things to make our way home on foot. Sarah motioned for me to follow her and we headed off toward the restroom, but she kept going. Who knew this bar had a great big room behind it? “What are we doing?” I asked. She kept walking right into the big room where sitting on a table was a giant container of something cooking. “Look what I found,” she whispered, as she removed the lid and started stirring the steaming food. It was glorious. Large chunks of pork, white beans, onions, carrots. “How did you find this?” I asked. “My nose,” she stated. I laughed to tears as we stood there sampling the food, and listening for anyone coming to discover our trespassing and thievery. That’s my Sarah. And that is a cherished moment never to be forgotten.