My Jules is moving to Baltimore… you may have heard me call her Martha Stewart too. Life is changing and I am trying not to trip or get hit by one of those foamy things like the American Gladiators had when trying to knock each other down.
Not that life isn’t moving at the speed of light for me already I had to say bye to my comfort that lived an hour and a half away. I am more than happy for her and her new position, she deserves every piece of wonderful there is out there. And so, with that piece of news there was only one thing to do… we had a las Hurrah!
Jules and I decided that what better way to say bye to her time here in Florida than to hookup with our other good friend JP in Sarasota and do it like we use to 7-8 years ago when we all lived in Miami.
I’d like to share something with you on friendships. You can’t be friends with everyone. Nope. You can lots of acquaintances, sure, but not friends. I think that word gets tossed around a lot, and now it has just about lost all meaning. So how do you know you have a friend? Well, if you can just about check all of these boxes then you sir/madam have a friend. And when you’re a single girl fast approaching your thirties you really start to see which friends stick around and which don’t because their lives have suddenly gotten more interesting since they start co-habitating with another person.
This is a short list, but it’s one that makes these two amazing friends. And yes, they are both in relationships.
- They hold your hair when you’re drunk AND clean up your mess (true story).
- When you go out you never have to worry that you’ll be left behind or not taken into consideration.
- When you walk home from a night of epic dancing and drinking and say ” My feet hurt” they burst into a serenade by MXPX Do your Feet Hurt, or carry over their back AND still serenade you.
- When you call them to borrow an obscene amount of money because there is no one else and it’s because you’re in some kind of trouble they don’t hesitate to ask “why”? just, “what’s your back account number?” plus they surprise you with more because “I wanted to make sure we were okay”
- They let you bitch/cry/ and drink your heart out and then hug you.
- They never judge, ever.
- You never have to be ashamed of last nights antics (dancing on the table, losing your bra in the club, etc.)
- They make you breakfast
- They send you flowers and balloons on your birthday because they know how anxious you get about getting older.
- They check how you’re dressed and make sure you’re good to go.
- They love you for you. It doesn’t matter that you have a tummy or scars, they love you and show it.
- They make you laugh when you want to cry
- They sing to you in your native language.
- They value you even more when they get in a relationship. Hell, the other person has to be okay with you.
- They look at the silver lining when you can’t
- They give you physical therapy because “what’s the point of paying?! I’m a PT!”
- They will rescue if you get stranded, doesn’t matter when on Earth you are…seriously.
- They are honest. No reason not to be.
- They know when you’re out of your comfort zone and quickly jump into action.
I can’t say we didn’t do it right, because we sure did. We gave it all we had… at our respectable age (they are a older than me). We danced till we could no more. HELL, we danced well after my adhesive bra fell off while at the club! Bra less is the way to go my friends, haha.
My ex-vacation boyfriend didn’t come out. Can’t say I blame him, I tend to be intimidating… but seriously I have no idea why he chose not to come out.
I can’t wait to see my friend up in Baltimore. It’s a good thing I bought that leather jacket 😉