Last weekend my good friend Amy came to visit from the Outer Banks. We met in college, along with Best Gal Pal Christy, who lives like five minutes away from me now. So the three of us spent the weekend at Christy's, and had a fabulous time eating too much, drinking too much, laughing too much (wait--that's not even possible, is it?), and talking about everything we could think of.
Although it pre-dates any of us, the three of us share a guilty love of the old Monkees TV show. Amy just "happened" to arrive with a stack of bootleg Monkees DVDs in her suitcase (thus the floating presence of Micky Dolenz over our shoulders).
S'mores! Some evening time on the deck was literally the only time we left the house all weekend. We made food or ordered it in. We did toy with the idea of going out for a meal, but decided we were pretty content where we were.
This was as close to a summer vacation as I'll get this year, and I made the most of it. After spending some truly relaxing, fun time with great friends, I feel recharged. Thanks, ladies! Love ya!