A couple of weeks ago my very dear friend Jenn came to visit me. In true Martha’s Vineyard fashion, we had lobster everyday!
It was terribly windy and rainy for the entire weekend. But I think for some reason it had to be, because Jenn and I have far too much fun when we’re together, that if the weather was nice I fear something might combust.
Saturday was my last night in town before I moved. And what a better night to have Franklin, TN teach me a few lessons.
Lesson 1: People that deserve great weather for an outdoor wedding usually get it.
Lesson 2: When the cougars are out in full force and you’re the hippest people at the bar, you should make your own dance floor.
Lesson 3: Apparently you can still get service with no pants on.
Lesson 4: BJ & Jenn are awesome. This doesn’t really apply to everyone, but it should!
I’m moving in less than a week. I been offered an incredible opportunity at a hotel that I am in love with, and I cannot wait to start working there. Outside of my professional glee, I’m not 100% sure that this is the right decision for me for my personal life, but there are a lot of reasons why I need to do this. Over the past 2 years, I’ve come to appreciate the different directions life can take you, and this is just another ride life will take me on. And I think a little part of me wants to prove that I can be a strong person outside of the umbrella of my family.
Last fall I was stressing myself out over where I would end up post graduation, and a professor of mine told me, “you don’t have you make the right decision, you just have to make a decision.” I don’t think I’ve ever received advice that has stuck with me like this one line.
Although I am returning to a place I have already lived for a brief period of time, I truly feel this will be a new beginning. I’ve been looking back on my life before this point, and it has been wonderful, amazing, and blessed beyond belief. I hope it will continue to be the same way, but different because I will be in control.
Over the past two weeks I’ve tried to see as many friends of mine a possible, but there are only so many hours in the day, so if you’re reading this and I didn’t see you know that I love you and I’m sorry I had to go so soon!
You know what true friendship is? When you can get a professional bra fitting together. Getting fondled by the same girl brings people closer, true story. Also, did you know that I used to be one giant boob? Well now I have two! HUZZAH!
So I have many thanks to give on behalf on not just one giant boob, but now two:
I’ll be moving in a little less than 2 weeks, and where I’m going, I don’t have friends like Jenn to get fondled with. It’s going to be a sad day.
*This really has less to do with my boobs, and more to do with my love of corn bread muffins.
I have this special friend named Margaret, who is so special to me, and me to her, that we have come to refer to each other as heterosexual life mates. And since Margaret and I speak our own separate language, let me clarify this term:
Heterosexual Life Mate (n):
A person of the same gender with whom you could spend your life with in a celibate fashion.
Lately, I’ve been losing Margaret to a boy. Last weekend she brought this homewrecker to meet me. He will henceforth be referred to as “Andy.”
We spent Saturday afternoon deciding which sweater at Fossil Andy should buy, eating lunch entrees with avocados, drinking coffee at Belmont, and discussing the finer points of boob pockets.
And what did I take away from this afternoon? Andy’s a decent guy. JERK!