This post is a little late... due to having a good time last night haha. The best part of 'partying like we used to' is the next day when I feel delirious and I can't stop laughing. Just the simple way someone says "No" I find hilarious. We are relaxing on the couch watching Tower Heist and Rebecca and I, in true fashion, started talking and annoying Sarah and Jon -- who were on their various "iDevices" by the way and not even watching the movie... and you know we were doing charades and cracking ourselves up. And, for some reason it made me think of a random childhood story. One day at the end of the day, our 5th grade teacher decided it was a good day for a random spelling bee. We all took turns coming up to the front of the room and spelling a word. When it was my turn I couldn't wait to see what word I would be given - a bit of a showman, I liked the hard ones. He said "Spell the word: rough." I was a decent student, and totally had this one in the bag and was truthfully a little disappointed by such an easy word - sitting on a stool in front of the whole class and I was all smiles and presented the spelling of my word, "R U F F." For a few moments, there was deafening silence. My teacher's expression was a combination of confusion and shock... then he hung his head, probably trying not to laugh and then almost fell off his chair. I miss 5th grade. That was a great time in life. I loved my teachers, my friends and I am pretty sure that's when I started being funny. Just kidding, but no really that was a really nice time in life. I have no idea why I am thinking of that, but I guess because the past two days have been really fun. Yes, we were preparing for a party which had us in "manic clean and cook mode" and we took naps at 10am. But it's a time of celebration. My youngest sister (there are 5 of us) Rebecca and her husband Jon have been reunited after six months apart from each other. Jon is in med school in Grenada (a tiny island near South America known for their chocolate and nutmeg), and Rebecca had been living there too until she came home to be our family super hero. Seriously. There was a lot of turmoil in our lives this Fall and Winter... long story short, the main factor was when my Dad had his stroke. Rebecca came home to help the family. And she is amazing at it. She has helped us all in so many ways -- from cooking for all us to cutting acres of grass that grows beneath the mower while you are cutting it, and even nursing back to health a puppy who broke her leg. Anyways, last night we had a gathering to celebrate her and Jon seeing each other again for the first time in 6 months. Because that's how we roll. We celebrate love. No matter what. And we did so with some really fun, and lovely people who I am really grateful to know. They are the kind of people who laugh with you, not at you, who will say "ok i will do acro yoga with you in your living room at midnight after we've been drinking for several (too many) hours." The kind of friends who will try to get the fire pit going with you even though all the wood was soaking wet. Yeah. The friends who love you and don't judge you. Just embrace you and make you laugh. The perfect after life would be like a party with all your favorite people. Just less of a hangover. But all the delirious giddiness. Thanks for inspiring the giddy guys. Love ya. (more pics to come...)
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