I Suck At Hanging Out With My Friends

This past weekend was a rather quiet weekend for Karen and I. Aside from the usual chores that we usually end up doing on the weekends, we really didn't have any plans. Interestingly enough, the weekend still went by very quickly for not having plans.

Regardless, my BFF (Kerry) had contacted us on Saturday to see if she, or any of our friends, won the library raffle prize of spending a little vacation time in Wellfleet because the drawing was held that day. Unfortunately, neither Kerry nor any of our friends won.

But what resulted was a spontaneous plan to hang out with my friends. Now, I suck at hanging out with my friends. Luckily for me, some of my friends were already gathered together because Kerry along with my friends (Marc, Kelley, and Andrea) were taking a day trip up north. And it just so happened that they were all together when Kerry inquired about the raffle.

Anyway, everyone stopped by our place to hang out. As usual, it was good to see everyone and just be silly. One of the topics that I remember from the night was Andrea's purchase of hooker boots while up north. At least now, should Andrea change careers to become a streetwalker, she will have the proper attire.

After the brief discussion about calf muscles and boots, the topic of changing careers came up to which Karen wondered what she would do if she were not a dietitian. One suggestion was to write a book about Golden Girls trivia, to which Kerry quipped that the title should be 50 Shades of Grey Hair. Oh yes, Kerry was on Saturday night.

Like I said, it was great hanging out with everyone Saturday night. Even though we did not do much, it was just fun to be together.