The greatest thing about spending time with a close friend you haven't seen in a while is that even when all your previous plans of fabulousness, nonsense, and mindless fraternization fall through, you can still manage to have an amazing night.
My 'perfect outfit' never made it out of the bag. The painfully beautiful shoes never got a chance to mangle my toes, and I never even put a dab of makeup on. My five pennies weren't spent on tequila shots, but on Doritos, and two bottles of Cook's Champagne (I am pretty sure I just heard my friend who lives in France sigh dramatically after reading the words Cook's and Champagne in the same sentence). But what can I say, we're classy bitches.
Sitting there in my borrowed zebra print Snuggie, in front of the fire, watching a horrible, but also delightfully enjoyable chick flick I couldn't have been more content. Now that our friendship exists with a West Coast - East Coast divide, we let the Seattle nightlife rage below us and instead used the time we had together to just be.
In the nearly 9 months I've lived in Olympia I've met a lot of amazing people, and even been lucky enough to begin to build on some truly genuine friendships. But the newness of some of these friendships still leaves me with social anxiety, and at times I feel as if I am speed dating, without the benefits of sexual tension to keep them interested.
Yet as I sat there Saturday night in the world worst ensemble, doing basically nothing and having an amazing time, I remembered how nice it is to be apart of a seasoned friendship. These 'favorite pair of jeans' types of friendships have become priceless, place markers from various chapters of my life, and the life preservers that enable me to feel as if life is indeed manageable.
Who knew a night in with junk food and bad sparking wine could help put life just a little more into perspective?




I love this line: But the newness of some of these friendships still leaves me with social anxiety, and at times I feel as if I am speed dating, without the benefits of sexual tension to keep them interested.
It took a long time to have an old pair of jeans comfort level with my friends here. I've lived here for 10 years. It just takes longer when you're older. In college it's much easier. In fifth grade it's a piece of cake. I still have those close friends. Girl or guy, in the middle of the conversation, I'll blurt out I love you and they'll say I love you, too. Them there are keepers.
Posted by: AmyMusings | 11/23/2009 at 03:57 AM
I completely agree. As a recent LA transplant with no one that I would qualify down here as a friend, yet, going home is more about the comfort of the relationships and being able to breathe and let go than anything else.
Glad you had a good weekend.
Posted by: Drea | 11/23/2009 at 09:37 AM
I can relate to the new friendships thing, too. I've found friendships to be much more difficult after college, especially since I was abroad for two years. Even coming back, I see how much more of an effort it requires to keep up with everyone and to see people on a regular basis. It's tricky.
Some of my favorite times with my friends have been out on the town, but others have been just that--sitting around just hanging out. Those are the best.
Posted by: Rachel | 11/23/2009 at 04:39 PM
HAHAHHAA you win with my reaction prediction!!! ;-) but i'm glad you had fun. miss you guys!
Posted by: Emmy | 11/23/2009 at 11:03 PM