Monday, August 10, 2009

DAMN MY FEET HURT, WHERE'S THE DOOR?

Friends are like your favorite pair of shoes












Im in town for my high school reunion, my friend and I have been planning this trip for a few months now. My childhood frined currently lives in Atlanta and I live in Maryland so this year we are meeting in our hometown of Pittsburgh. Last night we went out with the intention to paint the town red. We went through the ritual of getting dressed, doing our hair, even buying a new outfit. At first we were so excited to go out an see are old freinds. I dont know what it was, was it me? was it Kim or was it the people or places we have just outgrown. After a few songs I just wanted to go home and curl up in the bed with my 2 year old daugther and smell her sweet breath, but I kept my feelings to myself and my mouth shut, because I didnt want to ruin anyone elses night and I didnt want everyone to know just how weird I was in my old age, just yet. As the night grew late my heart ache to just go home. I found myslef timid inside the club their were so many people and I was convinced a fight would be breaking out soon. Most of the faces seemed the same but the feeling was so different.

I accept the fact that we are getting older and hanging out just isnt our thing anymore. I realized I found solice at home with my mom and family and just sitting around laughing about the old memories and making time to create new ones. By the end of the night Kim and I gave eachother that look we know from back in the day and it was time to go. On our way home we laughed like old times about how lame the club was and how tired we both were and how are feet were killing us, we realized he best part of the night was being in the car laughing so we decided tomorrow we would do what we do best; twitter, shop and do lunch, Thank god for my girlfriend, Ive had many, but Kim has been the one to stick with me through thick and thin. THANK GOD FOR FRIENDSHIP! PLEASE SHARE YOU FRIENDSHIP STORIES ON MY BLOG! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.



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