Kaely Baely

As we crossed the damp Russell Square Park walking to the Front Line Club on our first night in London, a connection was made. I pushed my way up to the front of the pack and found myself walking alongside a girl in a white shirt with long, light brown hair. Her name is Kaely.
Kaely turned to me and said, "Hey! Do you know Chelcie?" "Umm, I might" I replied, and that two sentence interaction created what could be the greatest friendship that the Mayborn in London program has ever seen.
Cavern Club

Her majesty
Let me tell you a little bit about Kaely Heine or, as I like to call her, Kaely Baely. Kaely is a transfer student to UNT and a Chi Omega sister, she has a dachshund at home-- the only reason I know this is because every time we see a dog Kaely says "I have a dog at home!" Literally. Every time. Her favorite food is the Tuscan chicken pasta from chilli's and her favorite thing to say to me is "hop off". Kaely's a straight up heart breaker. She's a total maneater, too. Just ask the staff at Koko. Though she and I disagree about a lot of thing, like: country music, alcohol of choice, taste in facial hair, and fast food restaurants (Sonic is so gross, Kaely), we are still "literally attached at the hip" as Nisbett would say.
The wind was really bad and she kept trying to get me to sit on the ledge of the bridge



Not pictured: the suction cup dart Kaely stuck on her forehead
My favorite installation at the Tate Modern
My favorite memories of Kaely are the countless times she let me braid her hair on the all-too-busy tube, my birthday in Liverpool where she outspokenly professed her love for a certain drink, the time we laughed at Simreen because she doesn't know how to cut pizza. Also, the time we broke her bed, the lipsync battles at Road House, the time I told her she looked like an Angry Bird and all of the subsequent Angry Bird noises I make when she's around. Also, the time she laughed at me when I told her my cat had a seizure, the time she apologized to everyone for being American, the time we heard a man growl on the tube, the time I went to apologize to a woman and it turned out she spoke a long-lost foreign language, the time she tried on my glasses in Manchester and looked like a math tutor, the time she spilled her skittles on the floor, the 10,000 times Nicole told us that she hated Kaely and I, the time you got makeup ALL OVER MY SHIRT-- but then cleaned it, the time I showed her Nana how to post a picture on facebook, the time she hiked the Dover cliffs in espadrilles, the time she let me borrow her Chi O jacket. Also, the times I've screamed "I ******* love jager" in true Kaely fashion, and the time we tried to get onto the Tower Bridge for free.

I'm gonna miss walking into her room and hearing her say "Hey, love bug!" To which I respond, "Hey Kaely Baely!" And, even though I said "we might still be friends"-- which Kaely never lets me forget; there's no way we won't take Denton by storms.

P.S. PARTY AT THE BLUE COTTAGES AT THE REPUBLIC!!!!!!!

The rain doesn't put out the fire we have for each other



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Queer Eye is Making Gay the new Black

Ariana Grande Saved the Gays

Class and Race: An Intersection of Failings