Chris and I have been doing this thing lately where we accidentally always end up matching our outfits, in some shape or form. Last weekend in Austin it was stripes…. On the way home it was matching heather grey sweatshirts. At this rate by the time we’re 40 we’ll be that couple at the retirement home wearing identical neon windbreakers.
Last Friday we flew to Austin to celebrate some 30th birthdays.
We got on a boat, did a little bar hopping down Rainey and 6th street, and spent late nights with the girls giggling in the hotel room and eating pizza like we were back on 1545 S Street. (Some addresses never leave you.) That was our sorority house. Yes, spare me your judgement, I was in a sorority. I bought some lasting friendships from KAO so I have no regrets.
It’s hard to spend four years with friends, seeing them almost every day, sleeping under the same roof (or bunk) and then one day you spread out all over the country and only get to see them once a year, twice if you’re lucky.
It’s also weird for me to think that as a 20 year old I slept in a bunk bed. In our sorority we had “open air,” so imagine what you’ve seen on movies about old-timey orphanages, where there’s a big long room filled with rows of bunk-beds, and that was life for me sophomore year of college. To this day when I hear Show Stopper by Danity Kane (which is rare, but occasionally happens) I think of Ashley W and her alarm clock and all of open air shouting, “Ash, SHUT OFF YOUR ALARM!”
As I was saying.
I love those friendships when you can get together after ten months apart and not skip a beat. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. We’ve added a new member to the group, a little guy just under six months affectionately known as “baby Mingy.” And we’ve picked up some husbands along the way, as well.
And let’s just say our brunch convos have certainly evolved. I think we spent two hours talking about pregnancy and giving birth and bodies doing things I didn’t know they could. Three out of the four girls I met up with this past weekend are doctors or work in public health, meanwhile I was asking opinions for a new tshirt idea along the lines of, “I like beer,” while my other friend Kammie was wearing her favorite poop emoji tank top (she nor I are the doctors.)
But never the less, the convos were good and never seemed to end. You know you’re in good company when you have to wait an hour for a table in a crowded restaurant but you don’t really mind because there’s so many topics to cover, and so little time.
Such was the case with the entire weekend, so much we wanted to do and see, yet time was so fleeting. I’m still yet to see the infamous “i love you so much” wall, or watch the bats fly over the bridge. But we did have lunch at an awesome spot in Holly called Launderette, and later in the day I took a photo of Chris next to his favorite movie line.
I know, I know, it’s kind of embarrassing. Chris loves movie lines… We all have our things and I will love and accept him anyway. Until he starts saying, “Rod, you were there.” Then I get mad because enough is enough.
On that note, I’ve got a full work load ahead of me and have to get to it because rumor is that it’s supposed to be mid 70s today and Harlow will want an extra amount of playtime. Bye! Have a good Tuesday!