Sometimes, all you need is your girls. I’ve been planning on heading down to see Nic for a few months now, under the ruse of seeing New Moon. In reality, all I really wanted was to hang out and drink our regular 2 bottles of wine. It’s not like I need an excuse, its just easier to justify our love of wine this way.

When it comes down to it, you can’t turn down some good girl talk, red wine, garlic bread, and mutual blogging. (NaBloPoMo means you can’t just sit around drinking and talking crap.) See we’re both sitting here, laptop next to laptop, blogging. Except she’s probably blogging about something legit and here I am well… you’re reading, you can see.

We just came from dinner with Flo, who I miss terribly. Dinner at a brewery, staying after the food is gone to share another round of beers just to talk, to compare stories, to remember that we’ve all been there, that as many tragedies that we have in common, we are good. We toast to our happiness, to new life changing opportunities and rejoicing in the fact that we have taken the steps to better ourselves.

Oh and we talk about those assholes that have done us wrong too. Fuck those guys.

Oh and screw my stupid GPS that made me cry on the way out to San Diego, stuck on NY time and location. I get it GPS, I’m *not* in New York anymore. I get it. *sob* I can’t think about that because I do have alcohol in my system and I really don’t think that Nic wants a big sobby mess on her hands. Not tonight anyways, maybe tomorrow.

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