You know the one –
Over there,
In the fleece vest and drawstring pants,
In clever disguise or bawdy costume,
In chic attire, borrowed from your closet
Or purchased that day, after brunch,
With too much champagne but with great ambition.
The one with the heart on her sleeve,
And a face for every punctuation in the book.

You know That Girl –
She has it all together,
Yet collapses in a fit of laughter at your feet.
The one who creeps, chugs, and lays one on you;
Who hoards soy sauce and expounds pop culture;
She dances across near and distant lands,
Sings Journey at the bar and Ave Maria at your wedding,
And she does it all with everything she’s got.

You love That Girl –
And in some way, you’re certain,
Inexplicably and always:
She lives in the room right beside yours.

— Toast her with 2009 Sofia Blanc de Blancs