Out and About

Believe it or not, I've done something other than eat out.

Just an update about what's been going on in my little San Diego.  On Wednesday, V and I were supposed to make a birthday cake for a co-worker.  We decided to go to her house because every time I walk in it: A) Smells spice-a-liciously amazing and B) I love her parents.  Obviously, I can't tell you where she lives cause that would just be stupid, but she doesn't live too far from me, but after holing myself in my apartment for so many months, anything outside of OB feels really far away.

When I arrived, we went to her backyard and looked at the amazing view as the sun was setting behind us. We talked about this and that.  We recently worked together to help another person.  Usually she and I blabber on and on about our boyfriends and Barbie dolls, but when something serious happens, it's time to get serious.  During this time and possibly due to the long weekend, I was already pooped by Wednesday.

We went inside when it got chilly and I asked her if she had a prom picture.  Little do people know, I love to see old yearbooks and prom pictures only for ammo to use against them in the future.  I'm evil like that, I know.

And although it was awesome to see her unsmiling face in all of those wonderful pictures (Daaaahhh-ri-uh...oh Daaaahhhh-ri-uh), I also got to see her mom and dad's old pictures from the homeland and other places.  Why is it that old pictures seem so much more amazing than the snapshots we take today?  It all looked so romantic or exciting.  Romantic in that nostalgic way not romantic in the kissy-kissy kind of way.

I got home a little past 10 and was ready to pass out.

Oh--and we didn't bake the cake.  Yeah, we're that cool.

Last night, I went over to a co-worker/friend's house.  I say this because I met her at work, but I believe she's become a friend.  She was having a wine/cheese thing for a few of us girls.  And it was so nice to see girls!  I had forgotten what it was like to have girl friends.

Now wait--before you get your panties in a wad--V is a girl.  And a friend.  But it was a group of girls giggling and gossiping about everything.  Things I know, things I don't know, and partially things I now wish I didn't know (2 girls...1 cup...oh, gross...).

A few months ago, my best friend, E, and I had a little falling out.  I don't know what spawned it exactly, but I wish it had never happened.  I miss her a lot, and I have to wonder are we just growing up?  And by growing up are we growing away?  I thought it would be so cool to live semi-close to each other again.  But measurable distance doesn't seem to be explaining the immeasurable gap emerging between us.

Hmmm...if you're reading this, E, you're still in my heart!