Woke up in a funk, thank God for Gigi

Today I woke up in a nasty funk. I've been experiencing frequent, excruciatingly painful day-long sinus headaches. The throbbing pain in my sinuses, combined with the morning-after results of cheap wine/singing and dancing to 90's pop, Gaga, Robyn and MGMT with Alex all night left me feeling rather miserable. Aside from the physical mess, my online banking account reminded me I spent $15 at Ray's Pizza. Not only am I broke, I've quite disgustingly gained five pounds in about two weeks due to a pizza-based diet (I swore once I moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn I'd stop eating pizza & start running). To top that all off I miss my boyfriend. In a self-loathing state, I called my mom to ask which meds to take. Naturally, the convo turned into another motherly rant about how I haven't been sending out my resume DVD and should be a reporter.

So there I was laying on my aerobed, broke, lonely, unaccomplished, hungry (yet feeling fat) and suffering from unbearable sinus pressure. I got in the shower hoping the steam would clear my sinuses and relieve the pain. When I got out, I had a text from Gigi.

"I want you to have my Victoria's Secret Pink robe, it's in good condition and I never wear it." Most may find a hand-me-down robe a bit gross. The way she offered it was as if she was giving me a family heirlom...precisely why I love Gigi. Standing in my room wearing my ugly old robe covered with makeup stains I felt a sense of relief and happiness, like things were going to be ok. Just moments before, I had grudgingly put the robe on thinking about how my mom got me a robe with ducks on it when I asked for a Vicky's one and how I pathetically can't afford a new one.

I instantly felt a little better about myself because of a robe, or moreso because of a friend. I told Gigi how happy that made me and how it brought me out of my funk. We then continued texting back and forth, discussing our life worries. Gigi's: the fear of being stuck in Rochester the rest of her life, Mine: paying bills, feeling a sense of self-disappointment, lack of motivation and how pizza is addiction beginning to affect my body.

Each of Gigi's responses made me feel slightly better. "Don't worry, you'll make it big one day and I'll be your agent. We'll be rich" and my fav "Start chugging water and eat lots of strawberries" (in regards to restoring my former, healthier and fit lifestyle). When I asked, "Why strawberries?"... thinking perhaps she saw something on TV about how they have some anti-oxidant that helps weight-loss, Gigi responded "I just love strawberries and they're healthy." Typical Gigi logic.

I thought to myself how stange, yet fabulous it is a simple conversation with a good friend can entirely change one's mood. No philosophic advice given, no thought-provoking idea proposed and quite frankly little to none of the words shared were really of any intellectual value. However, just chatting with Gigi made me feel much better. To me is exactly what a best friend is.