Back in Massachusetts

We talked. We laughed. We overanalyzed. We reminisced. We ate. We drank. We shopped. I cried. (Of course.)

But mostly, we laughed...

• Nic, we should just get married to each other. We'll probably have the best sex of our lives.

• No, feel my breasts.
  
• (At a bar, in public, we feel her breasts.)
• Aren't they so perky? ...See, I REALLY don't need to wear a bra.

• You know if you get caught doing that they won't let you work with children...
• AFS, why do you have to be SUCH a kill joy?
  

• Nic, I can't believe you let him walk away from you.
• I'm really not worried about it. He'll be back.
  

• I can't get a Brazillian. Being a firecrotch is part of my identity.
  

• Now, Nic, you said you didn't like him last night. Why is that?
• GPSH, even YOU didn't like him last night.

• Yeah, it's a 52 week training program. I'm only on week 2, though.
• Oh. It's just that you talk about it like you've been doing it forever.
• I know. I'm hoping to make it at least to week 6.

• GPSH, they're ugs.
• They're what?
• Ugly... OK, well, at a minimum they're fucking funny. Especially since you thought to pair the mud brown with gold.

• I was excited when you told me you were coming, really. Except that I was so stressed out about cleaning my room.
• It's not that bad. Kind of sparse, though.
  
• You know, I'm only going to be here for nine months, so I didn't want to unpack.

• Look at my arm.
• Ooh, AFS. It looks like a bite mark. Did one of your kids bite you?
• No, GPSH. YOU bit me.

• Pink. Pink. Brown.
• Rat. Rat. Pig.
  

• Look at me! I'm such an adult. I made dinner reservations.

• Isn't it great to have smart friends around?

Yes, it is great to have smart friends around. Especially when they're the both of you. Even if your worst characteristic is laziness. Or a violent bitter drunken persona. With friends like you, it's no wonder you both say my best characteristic is my loyalty.

I miss you guys. Not sure if we'll ever meet up back in Massachusetts again, but I know the discussions, the hugs, the laughs, and the antics will continue wherever life takes you both next. Charlottesville.... and San Francisco, perhaps?