Friday was a crappy day. Like. . . CRAP.PY. It was the kind of day that made me want to stay home, drink a bottle of wine, cry, and sink into a nice, deep depression.
I had big plans Friday night, and Friday day was so bad, I almost cancelled my Friday night plans. But, then I recognized that if I did cancel my Friday night plans, I’d just feel worse over the guilt of letting friends down. So, I sucked it up, forced myself into a tolerable mood, smashed my body into the ridiculous outfit I had spent entirely too much time searching for, and headed out to meet a friend at the corner of 6th & Congress.
5 minutes into our random walk to find somewhere to have dinner, I was already glad I’d ventured out.
3 hours into the night, I was laughing and dancing and really loving the company I was in.
7 hours in, I was tearing up the dance floor of a bar that had been closed for 2 hours and loving the fact that the three of us were still having such a ridiculously fun time even though there were only three of us left.
9 hours in, I was sitting in a hot tub, having very serious discussions about happiness and life changes and love, and recognizing that I’m easily one of the luckiest people alive.
By morning, as I pulled my disgusting, hot tub assaulted hair into a messy bun, exchanged a flurry of texts, and headed to breakfast with the boys, I was in an entirely different frame of mind. Life is fantastic. And, I am so blessed.
I have so many amazing friends. Just when I feel like my circle of friends could not be any more phenomenal, I meet someone new who fits in so perfectly and makes me feel at home in this city.
Friday night, I was entertained by two such people. I’ve known these guys for a few months, but feel like I’ve known them for years. As I sat in the hot tub, wondering how anyone convinced me to get into a boiling germ festival, I realized that I have it good. To have the kind of friends that will drive your sorry drunk ass home at 4am, sit and talk for another couple of hours, put you to bed, let you sleep in, and then take you to breakfast totally pretending that you don’t look like complete ass. . . well, I think that’s what life is all about. When those friends are straight men, it pretty much calls into question everything I’ve ever believed about the world. I am a lucky girl.
I love my friends. And, for being the best friends in the world when I needed it most, I love these guys.
Other Friday photos are only slightly more flattering. . .
Love this city. Love my friends. LOVE THESE GUYS!
