The Honorary Narvaez

I figured I'd get this posted now so I could get back to studying for Biology...

THE HONORARY NARVAEZ: Becky
Alias: Beeks, Beeksies, Beekaleeks, Badunkadunk

Hold it there, fellas. She's got a boyfriend.

Becky is my bestest friend in the entire world. Whoever I marry will be the love of my life, but Becky will undoubtedly be my soulmate forever. Think Christina and Meredith on Grey's Anatomy. We are a little bit of one another. That is to say, we have a very similar sense of humor and a strange brain link that allows us to know what the other is thinking. She's as close to a sister as I've got. We became friends in high school. Never mind how we became friends. I have a feeling that if things in high school didn't happen they way they did, we would've still become best friends.

A lot of the funniest things that happen in my life happen with Becky around. She's a lot like Stacy, in the sense that she doesn't realize how hilarious she actually is. An example would be the eHarmony story. Now I tell this to a lot of people, but because she has a boyfriend now, I feel it's okay to share this with the world. I give you the eHarmony Story:

This took place about a year ago? I'm not sure. Anyways, we were watching a minute-by-minute documentary on 9/11. It was pretty much the only thing on TV that wasn't reality garbage. By the end, we were both pretty depressed, so I changed the channel to find another show. We landed on TLC and a commercial for eHarmony was on. There was a moment of silence during which we listened intently to the commercial. When it was over, Becky tells me, with complete sincerity:

I'm just saying, I think I oughta jump on that eHarmony bandwagon soon.

I just about died. I was laughing so hard, I was crying. Then we both started laughing. Then my parents came home and I told them this story. They were laughing. Then we went to San Antonio a few weeks later, and I told the rest of my family this story. They, too laughed and laughed. However, in a very Beeksies manner, she got them with a solid joke of her own:

Becky: You know that Balloon Boy drama that happened?
Uncle Robert: Yes?
Becky: They say that was just Michael Jackson ordering take-out.
Family: LOLOLOLOL
Me: ...

Well, there you have it. The last member of our little family. I promise there won't be a dry eye out there on Becky Story Days. You will laugh so hard you'll cry, you'll shoot milk out your nose, you'll poo. Whatever. Talk to you all this evening!

Ally