JP, Miss Sullivan, and Yours Truely
Ended up going out with a couple of my favorite besties on Sunday night for what turned out to be a damn fine evening.
Miss Sullivan and I used to live together for about a year and a half. Then she up and moved to Chicago on me about 3 1/2 years ago and we kind of lost touch. Good thing that she and JP kept in contact so that I was able to find out that she moved back all under the radar. The three of us used to hang out all the time, and with losing touch and moving and all of that other life shit, I didn't really think we'd be hanging out again anytime soon, if at all.
Lo and behold, I met up with these two at JP's around 9ish for a few pre-bar drinks and to do some catching up. The cogs started turning and before you knew it, it's like the last 3 1/2 never happened. We ended up going to the Max for a drag show, drank entirely too much, danced like retards, etc. etc.
I woke up yesterday morning sick (probably from standing outside smoking half the night) and called in a day of PTO. Made sure to send a round of texts to make sure everyone was still alive and kicking (oh yeah, my phone did show up). Then I had that familiar feeling that I haven't felt for quite a while. The feeling you get when you're really kind of depressed that such a good time was over, but happy at the same time looking forward to the next outing that matches. No matter what crappy things are going down with me, it's my friends like this who make me realize that everything's going to turn out fine.
Till next time kids.
4 comments:
Yeah, it was the smoking that made you sick. Let's stick with that story.
Can't wait till next time!!!!!!
You three are the cutest. Call me next time. ;)
The only thing missing is me being in that manwich!
Get on in CB!
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