I have an older sister. Three years older. We are nothing alike.
But, I think that changes a little more each day.
This weekend was a huge day for her, as a medical student, this weekend was her Match Day. For those of you who don't know Match Day is basically like the NBA Draft. She makes a list of her top programs and they make a list of their top students. Some time, and an algorithm later, and--she matched!
So, my mother and I traveled to Cincinnati to watch her open the letter that would determine the next four years of her life. The result? Cincinnati. She will be staying in Cincinnati for the next four years to participate in her Otolaryngology residency at University Hospital.
I could not be more proud. The perfectionism that once drove me crazy as a younger sibling, "Oh, your Jamie's sister--she got straight A's in all my classes" -- has paid off.
So, like all good Italians--we drank, ate and like all good women--shopped, to celebrate!
We spent Friday at an amazing lunch and a house party that reminded me of Kent on a Summer day. Friday night was reserved for bar hopping, and celebrating her and her friend's futures until the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday was cleared for shopping but, not before fueling up at Sugar n' Spice. Guy Fiere--if you haven't been here, get here. The breakfast was ah-mazing. If you are ever in Cinci, you must stop. Get the pancakes. Thank me later.
Saturday night was girls night. My mom, sister and I--exhausted from the weekend's constant events, holed up on her tiny touch in her apartment and watched a movie. She even pulled out the sleeping bag for old times sake. I guess it doesn't matter how old you are, you're never too old for a sleepover with your sister.