The Dearest of Jennies

So, I have the friend named Jenny. 

(You may also hear my refer to Jenny as JenSquare, JenJen, and/or The Little JenJen That Could)

(what friends don't pose for pictures on condemned bridges in rural Oklahoma?)

I've mentioned her on this blog before, because she's kind of the greatest. 

We like to have fun and be ridiculous. 

For instance - on one of my trips to DC to visit Miss Jenny, we re-enacted could-be moments from Nicolas Cage movies. (Mainly the National Treasures)

(We had just found a really important clue, but as soon as Jenny tried to grab it, the lion statue started to move due to a trap that Benjamin Franklin placed inside the statue (because he loved lions. And America))

Anyhow, her birthday was on Monday, so I decided to dedicate a post to her today. 

I know what you're thinking: "Umm, if her birthday was on Monday, why are you just now writing a post about her?" 

Well, because I wanted to spread the birthday joy around.

Back to Jenny. 

I've known Jenny for almost 10 years (which is just insane). She introduced me to Cafe Good Stuff, Downton Abbey, and DC. She used to carry a pocket Constitution with her wherever she went. She will always quote Anne of Green Gables, You've Got Mail, and The Devil Wears Prada with me. 

I've visited her in DC three times, met up with her in NYC one time, and we've spent countless hours being ridiculous/chatting/talking/dreaming/all of the above.

Fun fact: Jenny and I pretty much think and do the exact same things at the exact same time. 

Always. 

It never fails. 

It happens with everything. We'll say the same thing at the same time. We both purchased new purple Essie nail polish on the same day without knowing it. 

One time, when on completely separate trips, we both booked the same flight from Houston to OKC. And those examples are just the tip of the iceberg. 

Final picture: shredding on Guitar Hero. Because, duh.

                        

In Which I Talk About Cafe Good Stuff

Remember that one time I told you how I visited this girl in DC? Well, I wish I could visit her in DC every single day. In fact, sometimes I really just wish I lived there. I mean, she gets to walk by this beautiful building every single day. It might be about .01% cooler than the car dealerships I pass during my morning commute.

I am by no means an expert of the city, but due to my adventurous spirit (?) and the fact that I have to entertain myself while my hard-working friend is running The Hill during the day, I've had many wonderful experiences in DC.

I know you've all heard about all of the historic areas to visit in DC (The Mall, the museums, the memorials), but has anyone ever told you about Good Stuff Eatery? If they have, you can attest to the fact that your life has been changed for the better. If, however, nobody has told you about this wonderful place (which I will forever refer to as "Cafe Good Stuff"), I'm afraid your life has been left wanting and you don't even know it. And you might need new friends. In case you need convincing of the powers of Cafe Good Stuff, just look at this burger. Yeah, I'd vote for that. But it's not just the burgers, folks. It's also the shakes. Oh, the shakes.

When you do finally make it to Cafe Good Stuff, do not be deterred by the line of people snaking out the door, because there will most certainly be a line. Just use that moment to Facebook and Tweet about how your life is about the be changed. The people will thank you.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is - you need to eat here. If you're currently planning a trip to NY. Stop. Go to DC instead. Going to Seattle? No you're not. You can get coffee in DC after your Cafe Good Stuff order has settled.

Would these faces lie to you?