Friday Nights...Three Years Later

First and foremost......HELLO lovely ladies of 5117. Second, there better be a spellcheck on this thing, and yep, there is:) So, I couldn't resist but share this story with all of you as it serves as a perfect intro. into my contributions on this blog. With it being Fall and all I get nostalgic when 'Back to School' time rolls around thinking about our old White Palace and all the memories I had there....tear....literally....rolling down my cheek right now. I think back to countless dinner parties, the time we were SURE Genieveve's (sorry, spell check wont help with that doozy of a name) phone was trapped in the wall and we called Dana to confirm what we were sure was a haunting of some sort, and of course; Friday nights.

Oh, Friday nights. It seems like there was always great anticipation of what Friday night would hold. In the early days, it seemed like there was always some party that involved us dressing up, which of course involved us first making a trip to the Lombard Goodwill and purchasing literal crap. As time progressed, Friday nights meant we were actually hosting the party, or someone had somebody special visiting from somewhere; be it Pat McCormick, or that guy that had a thing for you Lena where the visit ended in a blow-up on the porch and Courtney and I snooping on the other side of the creaky screen door....all that to say, I look at my life now and laugh at how different things are.

Right now, Gabe is literally snoring on our couch. He's exhausted with the new job, though he becomes excessively irritated when I suggest that it's having an effect on his energy level. The guy is counseling kids who have been removed from the public school system for drug and alcohol abuse as his first real job out of college so I don't blame him for being tired, but I can assure you we weren't scoping out costume parties for our Friday night plan. Instead, one of my co-workers at the Bank was turning 30 something so we had a shindig at a cute little New Mexican restaurant up by the Woodland Park Zoo. But the best part about the night for me, was when we were sitting around the table and talk turned to college, and Gabe and I started retelling the story about when we had a party at Ashley's house where Gabe turned into Schindler List when he had to barter with Public Safety and usher Me, My Sister, and oh, Ryan Wilbur out of the attic because we were sloppy drunk. I think Jessie got her first MIP that night.....correct me if I'm wrong;) Needless to say, here I am 3 years after I moved out of one of the 'angled' rooms in the basement (shout out to Chris with that one) and my favorite part of the night is reliving one of the memories from life spent with all of you.

All that to say, I love all of you, and cherish all of those memories so much...and that I can't wait to get into the hang of this blog thing.