The John to my Yoko

What scares the shit out of me most about graduating college: life without your college roommate. Technically, Carleigh and I only really lived together this past year, but we met on the seventh floor of our dorm as freshmen and refused to let each other out of our sight since.

A favorite memory: last Halloween, Carleigh and I dressed up as John and Yoko. It was a last minute thing. Carl was still buried deep in the LSAT world when I barged into the living room around 8 p.m. and begged her to OMG JUST LOOK AT THIS picture of John Lennon and Yoko Ono. It was perfect for us: Carl had the brunette pixie cut that could be fudged into a Beatles ‘do, and enough white clothing for a small but chaste nunnery. I had society’s permission to capitalize on being Asian for the weekend.

After getting dressed, we had two pumpkin Schlaflys each at the near-empty tap house by our apartment building. I sat still and swallowed my beer by the mouthfuls, eager to take to the streets to find the excitement that I was sure was out there. Carl sipped hers maddeningly slowly. She talked to friends, hugged strangers and smiled, sometimes at nothing. Like the dreamer she was. Is.

We spent the rest of that night striding around bars on Broadway and East Campus parties, brandishing our poster and announcing “WAR IS OVER!” at everyone who gave pause to this odd pair of girls dressed in white. The more we repeated it, lurching in the sharp October cold, the more it became our code.

“WAR IS OVER!” Carl hollered at irascible bouncers, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

“WAR IS OVER!” We greeted our friends throughout the night: Beyoncé, Mother Nature, two Czech swingers and Kanye West.

“WAR IS OVER!” I shouted in Carleigh’s ear at someone’s cousin’s friend’s roommate’s party, as we flattened ourselves against the wall, waiting in line for the bathroom.

“WAR IS OVER!” She promised me after we dodged two underclassmen who didn’t know how to do pickup lines right.

“WAR IS OVER!” I confirmed as we stomped on dead leaves and threw our fears and doubts out into the gutter for the night.

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