I just returned from a long weekend visiting my best friends from college. I still feel a little brain-dead. I am not entirely sure if it's because I got home very late Monday night or if I am still hungover, perhaps a combination of the two. I do know that it was a long overdue get together. Seven years overdue to be exact. Lots has occurred in those seven years -- babies, marriages, promotions, new homes, new lives.
These women (whom I met when we were eighteen years old . . . eighteen years old. Holy hell! Do you remember being eighteen? This weekend certainly brought back the memories). As I was saying, these women have always been spectacular people -- ambitious, witty, strikingly beautiful, intelligent -- have become more confident, even more capable and more beautiful. I am so proud of my friends and had so much fun reverting back to our ridiculously silly ways for the weekend. I miss them so. Tear. Sniffle.
Sorry for being absent. I would have told you where I was going, but my overly-fanatical mom has me paranoid about what I post -- ie: I am leaving town for the weekend come break into my apartment and take all of my things! Awesome, can't wait to come home to the shambles! However, I must have had a power outage while I was gone because my fridge was RANK when I returned home. The freezer had a layer of ice as if everything must have thawed and refrozen. Let's just say things are a bit funky.
I missed you invisible readers. I promise to cook something not out of my fridge tomorrow.
Here are a few censored photos from the weekend. As I said, we reverted to eighteen year old lunatics; honestly, mostly I did. Hey, my life oozes monotony. I had a goooood time.
The girls.
The Hodgi.
Lovely Melissa.
"I'm type D-."
See, babies have been born.
And these babies are now THREE!
Thanks to Amy's awesome husband, Brent,
we had the most amazing fondue feast.
Last time I saw this goddess she was fourteen.
Thirteen bottles of wine -- consumed.
Can we say bedazzled?
Yes, please.
I brought a box of photos from college.
Endless entertainment.
No shortage of smiles.
Lord help me.
That finger will kick your ass.
Cheeeeeese.
Bouillon.
Accoutrements.
Shrimp.
I wanted to post a photo of Erin and her knife skills,
but as I said, these photos are G-rated.
They haven't changed a bit.
What did I say about the smiling?
Horse teeth. Hee haw.
I am grateful for these women (and Brent).
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