It’s funny how you can be thrown together with a person who seems unlikely to become a friend, yet one day you’re holding up her wedding dress while she pees.

Last weekend I was a bridesmaid at Megan & Paul’s wedding. Meegs and I met in the same res at Rhodes and bonded over Gino’s pizza, late nights, stupid boys, exams and drunken crawls home.

Megan’s name is pronounced Mee-gan, a fact I pointed out to the pastor at the rehearsal ceremony. She looked at me with a mixture of horror (at my cheekiness) and appreciation (I was the only one brave enough to say it). She has given me this look many times…

You see, whereas Megan was always calm, rationale and no-nonsense, I was impulsive, emotional and high-maintenance. She was ridiculously patient with me and fiercely loyal, protecting me from my own silliness as well as a lunatic stalker.

I’d be blessed to have one friend like Meegs but I’m lucky to have others too, so I must be doing something right (apart from holding up wedding dresses). I’m the kind of friend people rely on to do the things they’re too sane to do. I’ll defend them to the death, kick ass, give them lip and cheer them on. Basically I’m the one who’s never scared to say, “It’s Meegan, not Megan.”