A little less than two weeks ago, I mentioned that I wanted to “take back summer.” Then I went and got distracted by work and home projects and trying not to drown in a sea of dirty laundry and equally dirty dishes. So we went to Chicago, and that was fun and somewhat impromptu, and then last weekend I rectified the situation that was me becoming a bad friend. For the last few weeks (okay, months maybe) I haven’t been as diligent about emailing and calling my good buddies. By the time I think “hey, wouldn’t it be nice to hang out with some friends tonight?” it’s already 6pm on a Saturday night and I just assume everyone else has already decided what they’re doing for the evening.
Well fortunately, my friends take it upon themselves to email me when I’ve been noticeably absent, and so the highlights of my weekend included:
Hanging out at Jen’s house with our husbands, reminiscing about Hawaii, drinking wine, eating hummus and brownies (not together, ew!) and kicking around the idea of a New Years Eve celebration in Las Vegas! I don’t want to get my hopes up about it, just in case it doesn’t work out, but I’m pretty excited.
Another weekend highlight included hanging out with Nora and Irish at Irish’s pool, soaking up some rays, nearly finishing The Time Traveler’s Wife, and just catching up with each other. For the first time in a long time, I finally feel like I have a really great group of friends. Even though we all get busy, it’s nice to know they’re there for me and support me. It also helps that we can all hang out together – guys and girls. Because as much as I love my girls nights, it’s nice to sometimes include the men in our lives. I haven’t always had good luck in the friends department, and sometimes I use to wonder if there was just something wrong with me, but now I realize that I just hadn’t met the right people.