So we instituted Third Thursdays. On the third Thursday of every month we go eat, shop, see a movie....whatever. It doesn't really matter what we do as long as we are together.
This month crept up on us and before we realized we had missed Third Thursday, so we swiftly moved it to Fourth Thursday. It was just as good.
The night got off to a slow start. I don't know if it is just this particular nail shop, or all of them but whenever we drop in or call for an appointment they tell us there are openings and we will get right in. Hours later...we won't be falling for that again.
This is me waiting patiently while P$ and Sarge are both getting a pedicure.
After I saw this though I wanted a pedicure any more. You would think a Sarge would be tougher than hot towels.
In the end though I got double toe bliss while both technicians worked to catch up. Ahhhhhh.
Once our toes were beautified we headed off for some eats. Good thing. I was starving by then. We went to the 59 Diner. I don't think P$ and Sarge were super excited, but I was. I got that bacon, egg, cheeseburger I had been craving and a jamoca almond fudge shake. Delish!!
It was thick and I couldn't get anything.
Some bawdy humor may have been volleyed about.
(I had forgotten my camera that night and P$ used hers. She wouldn't give it to me for any shots of her or a group shot. I must remember camera in the future.)
We discussed what was up in our families, kids and so forth. We also discussed the trip we plan on taking this fall when all of us will be turning 40* - We had to have a conference call with Jen who lives in Austin.We may have had to tell her, NO CAMPING! Just saying.
We had a drink and went to a movie. That is right. We are awesome. Four venues in ONE night!! After the movie, Bridesmaids, we realized it was midnight. We are party animals!!
I have tried to write about my best girlfriends a few times, but I just can't seem to capture what I feel with words. I met P$ in the sixth grade when I borrowed a dime from her for lunch. I met Sarge in the seventh grade when I said next to her in math. She wanted to be a police officer even then. I met Jen in homeroom in seventh grade.
New friends are great and I always appreciate meeting new people.
But you can't make old friends. No one else knows my high school boyfriends. No one else remembers my parent's rules or my pesky brother.
No one else would be willing to go around town one day taking stupid pictures of me just so I would have something to blog about.
I have the best friends in the world obviously or I wouldn't have wanted to hang out with them for the last 26 years, and they wouldn't have put up with me if they weren't as totally cool as they are.
***Sarge, Jen and I will all be 40 in September. Young and virile P$ won't be 40 clear till April. Just for the record.