Kappatastic

I love love love when Bethany's in town. I get to see her (that has to be #1), the average height in pictures is drawn more closely toward my own climate system, and it's an excellent excuse to get the old crew together for DELICIOUS dinner to tell ridiculous war stories and drink wine, margaritas and mojitos. Apple crisp too:
My breathing pattern changes when I'm with the old friends. I take more breaths that are longer and it feels like something between a nap and finding a warm spot in bed with my feet. Usually the spot is wherever HC has been recently evicted from. What I mean by this is that new friends are good but there is a lot to be said for having people in your life who already know the back-story. The good, the bad and the stuff even you don't remember doing/saying is all history to them because they were there. That's how it felt tonight...just picked right up where we left off on High St. and I think it may be that way for a very long time. And as a testament to the wine, mojito and margarita imbibed this evening...guess what arrived today? Inspired by BP's special unders fashion show in my living room this evening. And also what I think of JPop's "hilarious" Republican debate (You know I love you, even if you're proud to be redstate).