A Trio of Dips
Kat, Kiara, and Ruby. Three girls with the ability to make any room they walk in feel like January*. Being friends with them feels like summer, and while the gags at times are painfully infinite, they are each independently reliable and consistent friends. This being said, I look forward to trading them for the ‘trio av dippar’, a Swedish delicacy. I only hope the European model has their same sense of humour (and are literally European models).
If you’ve spent more than a few hours with these girls, firstly, you’re aware they’ve been to Europe. Secondly, you’ll realise the more they like you the more they will make fun of you. Or at least that’s what they have told me.
God, I hope it’s true.
There’s an art to ridiculing someone in an affectionate way, a skill each of them have perfected. They will bounce off one another, adding momentum to each others insults, completely tearing you apart for 10 minutes. And yet somehow all is forgiven the moment one of them looks back at you, radiating with pride, grinning at how funny she thinks her most recent joke was. This has happened to me more times than I can count, often followed with a side hug or an arm around the shoulder, a rough physical translation of the phrase “you’ll be fine”.
Perhaps it is more of a reflection of me than them, but their constant indifference to my displeasure seems to make me love them more.
They are, however, almost as good at laughing at themselves as they are at laughing at me, a truly charming and likeable trait. They have given me a lot more than just a couple laughs over the last few years. Whether it was the validation I received the first time I went out with my nails painted. Or the reassurance that I should not shave my moustache, granted this one came with the added comment that it gave my face some “much needed personality”.
Kat’s complements often come from the other side of her palm.
The trio is as immune to drama as they are allergic to paying the bill, being friends with them is so easy.
Kiara, the small cat story is all time. I’m going to miss your sixth sense in Europe, I think that moment at the railway sums you up perfectly. I feel like you constantly have my back, and for that reason, you are my favourite.
Ruby, some moments worth mentioning; the toe painting at Christine’s party & the cheek kiss burn at the Fearon. Your hot/cold sense of humour is brillaint**. I love that you came to “help set up” on April 30. You made an effort even when it was hard to, and that’s why you’re my favourite.
Kat, Salsa dancing at Echo Beach and the CLAIM gigs that summer are genuine core memories for me. I love the welfare checks, and constant follow ups. Let’s be honest, you’re definitely my favourite.
The Trio of Dips share an Arctic wit, skin like butter, and a smile the size of their hearts. If they appreciate our friendship half as much as I do I’ll leave a happy man. I really am going to miss them.
- Samuel
*January: Hot, memorable, probably going to get burnt.
**Definitely not boring.
