The weekend that just passed was fantastical.
I had forgotten how good it feels to just do...nothing.
To sit on comfy couches and talk about life. To discuss where you are. To discuss where you're going. To discuss where you want to go. To talk about rings, and weddings and babies. To drink more wine than I've drank in a very long time.
To play cards, and laugh.
Oh - the laughter.
To devour snacks of a delicious nature.
To drink just a little bit more wine.
Where making plans to go and pamper yourself was considered almost *too much* planning for a girls weekend.
Where lunch is decided spur of the moment. Where you do what feels right, and enjoy it. Where you find yourself on a brewery tour at 3pm - and you're not quite sure how you ended up there - because you certainly didn't plan it. Where you laze about just being. Where can't stop talking...yet you're perfectly okay wafting in comfortable silence. Where you catch up. You share everything that's happened. That's happening.
Where you think - hey, let's just have one more glass of wine. And one glass turns into two. Bottles.
Where you dish all of the things that are weighing on your mind, your shoulders.
Where you don't want it to end - because that means going back to real life.
And life is so much easier when your best girlfriends are at your side.
Especially my best friends.
'Cause they always come prepared with stories, listening ears and wine.
I always say I wish we could do this all of the time.
Life would be so happy if we always were close to each other.
But there's a reason we only do this a few times a year.
And while some may think that it's jobs, obligations, distance and time...
The real reason is my liver.
May it rest peacefully in it's alcohol soaked pieces..
..Until next time.