“I look drunker than I am,” Kathy (on the right) said. “Well I look blonder than I am,” I retorted. “I LOOK SO TAN!” Ali exclaimed. I have the best best gals in my life.
Sometimes nicknames just occur because you heard your friend say “I’m seeing Pasta the People this weekend” (you were 2 glasses of wine and one beer deep at this point) and you thought it was hilarious and so you chose types of noodles for names and Egg Noodle just fits, you know? I want to start an all-pasta themed band. I’d be the front man. I am the Egg Noodle.
Bffz. (Taken with instagram)
How the HELL am I supposed to say good bye to these two wonderful creatures tonight?? Pretty sure it will end in tears.
We’re planning a friend’s dinner for my last friday in town next week and I’m not sure if I’ll make it out without crying.
Thankful
- For parents who pick me up from Fishtown and buy me milkshakes.
- For running errands with my Pop and him not complaining about me blasting Christmas music.
- For grandparents who believe in me, even if they show it in a weird way.
- For a sister who made me a really delicious breakfast this morning before I had to be on a bus for 3 hours.
- For the best girl friends who just get me and don’t question what I do and just support me (and are so supportive about me coming back to PA).
- For my best friends in NYC understanding why I have to leave and supporting me even though I know it’s tough for them to. For them always being there for me, especially because I’m an emotional mess 95% of the time.
- For a brother who pushes me when I need it, yells at me when I’m being a dick and just gets me.
- For my cats and all the snugglin they do with me on a daily basis.
