day ninety- eight: four hours in a booth
I met up with three of my friends from my old BYU days today. I ate chipotle chicken penne and sourdough bread and talked and laughed and remembered. It was like yesterday with lots of new things (read: husbands and kids) thrown into the mix.I am such a sucker for nostalgia. Really. An easy mark.
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your mother and i understand this well. we can easily spend three hours every few weeks just talking... we talk about ourselves, husbands, children, grandchildren and anything else that comes to mind. women need a lot of download time and we just don't get it often enough.
Hey-I'll be doing that next week! Can't wait:)
Comes with having such a big heart!
Stuff like that is so fun to do! My college friends are ones who have been there for everything--even if they were far away.
Did you get together with Penny and your roommmates from Moon apts? :)
Hmm. I've done that several times myself. The awesome thing is that usually, we don't know it's been four hours until it's all done, and then I feel a little bad for the waiters.
Remember that April day soooooo long, long, long ago (ahem, earlier this year) when I got to meet you? Yeah, nostalgia is good.
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