Well I must begin with a simple I AM LUCKY!! The card says it all. Not only am I blessed with wonderful family, I have the BEST FRIENDS a girl could ask for.
Simple run down, my best friend, my heart, went out for a Annual Friday night stop by the Boone Saloon… Little did she know, 5 beers, a shot and some odd amount of Vodka later she wouldn’t be able to make it out of bed the next day… Huuuummmm not sure how that happened but even so, it did. I’ll be there by 2 I hear at 10am. 2:15 I call and she’s in bed sounding like death just smacked her in the face. Didn’t sound like the kind of hangover a little BC powder and water could fix.
Needless to say, I told her not to worry and we’d plan for another time. Yeah my heart hurt a little, the QC bar crawl had been on my mind all week, NOT!! So I let her sulk in her misery through the night, puke it out, take down a few saltines and waited for a “call me in the morning”. The phone rang around 10am but I figured I’d let her sulk a little longer because I’m sure had the roles been reversed she would have returned the favor….
1:37pm and there is a knock at the door, who could it be? And there she is in all her beauty and splendor decorated from head to toe in green and white with a beautiful boutique of tulips in arm, a clover balloon big enough to lift a small animal off the ground and some bling in hand “Irish Princess” it read. And that my dear’s is what a Best Friend is.
Simple run down, my best friend, my heart, went out for a Annual Friday night stop by the Boone Saloon… Little did she know, 5 beers, a shot and some odd amount of Vodka later she wouldn’t be able to make it out of bed the next day… Huuuummmm not sure how that happened but even so, it did. I’ll be there by 2 I hear at 10am. 2:15 I call and she’s in bed sounding like death just smacked her in the face. Didn’t sound like the kind of hangover a little BC powder and water could fix.
Needless to say, I told her not to worry and we’d plan for another time. Yeah my heart hurt a little, the QC bar crawl had been on my mind all week, NOT!! So I let her sulk in her misery through the night, puke it out, take down a few saltines and waited for a “call me in the morning”. The phone rang around 10am but I figured I’d let her sulk a little longer because I’m sure had the roles been reversed she would have returned the favor….
1:37pm and there is a knock at the door, who could it be? And there she is in all her beauty and splendor decorated from head to toe in green and white with a beautiful boutique of tulips in arm, a clover balloon big enough to lift a small animal off the ground and some bling in hand “Irish Princess” it read. And that my dear’s is what a Best Friend is.
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