Last night was just what I needed
Bonnie and Reagan came over and we sat around the table with Mandy for a bit chatting. Then some of Mandy's friends showed up. As one of them was rudely walking right past me without introducing herself, I realized I know this girl... So I said "Hey, I'm Liz" and she said "I'm Carly" while continuing to walk past. Then it hits me who she is and I'm soooo tempted to say Oh, so you're the chick that threw up on my couch last week because you were stupid-drunk...but alas, I held my tongue. Instead I just rolled my eyes and made a face behind her back because CLEARLY this is the more mature thing to do.
After showing off the new bookcase that Clint and I got a few nights ago to Bonnie and Reagan, we decided to get out for a bit and ended up at Barnes & Noble at Patton Creek. We got our magazines and coffee, and found a table to sit down and chat some more. We laughed about the fact that Reagan is SERIOUSLY deaf. Like, so much so that she interrupts incessantly. Then, she left and Stella and Jen showed up. We discussed Donald Miller, the life-boat theory, social justice/political stuggles, body cramps, gagging, D Webb, and dressing up for church. It was positively delightful. I wish I could do that more often.
I realized some good things last night:
Stella and Jen are extremely cool for completely different, but equally good reasons.
Part of maintaining a good relationship is being willing to, in the moment, say when something is wrong. Growing up I got in a bad habit of holding all that stuff in until it festers and I explode. Literally. Everywhere. Its disgusting really.
I also decided it's time to have a really hard talk with one of my good friends. I'm terrified about this talk, really. I'm afraid it might be a dealbreaker. I had the same talk with another one of my friends last night, and it went really well. Part of me feels like it went well and the other one won't because the first one loves me more. But my friend made the point that it's not that she loves me more, but that my other friend is just in a totally different place in life and is...well...strained. Who knows, I may chicken out and not do it.
Quote of the night:
"I want a boy"
5 minutes later
"I don't want boys"
awkward pause followed by sheepish look
"I mean...what?"