1. J. Two proseccos and a million glasses of white wine later, I know exactly why you would call someone your best friend.

2. This is how I survived the 17th and 18th years of my life. We’ve since graduated from 20¢ plastic glasses of lemon tea to rounds of whiskey sours, but little has changed really. It’s in the way we complete each other’s sentences; it’s in the way we throw back our heads in laughter with nary a care about first impressions to other people; it’s in the way we’re so tight that the guys all think we might be lesbians. T & P, now that we actually know how to spell ‘Ménage à trois’, shall we go get the engraving done?