The Babes Went And Got Babes

Welp, here I go again. It's Monday and I am sitting here at my desk with the heaviest heart, wishing time didn't move so fast. This morning I left bear's and walked into my little apartment, which had been taken over by one of my most favorite people and her boyfriend for the past four days, and aside from the greetings from two little white fluffy critters, there was no Erin there to greet me. I opened the door to my bedroom and there were no longer two suitcases laying on the floor, there weren't any toiletry bags on my bathroom counter, not even two tiny little pairs of baby feet sandals strayed out next to my Sasquatch sandals. I. Am. Sad.

This trip was better than any of the others we've had together because this time we had two very special additions to our festivities... the boyfriends. Because somehow Erin and I both decided to go ahead and go against everything we used to believe in and found us some guys who have completely flipped our lives around in the best way possible. Honestly, there was a small part of me that was nervous that the addition of two guys in our little party would have cramped our style a little bit but I couldn't have been more wrong. They made the entire trip that much better, especially considering the two of them had a hardcore bromance going on by the time Saturday night rolled around. Not so secretly, I loved this part.

It's funny, Erin and I always talk about how connected our lives really are and how things always seem to happen to us at the same time, so it wasn't really mind blowing when we both ended up in relationships less than two weeks apart. Which is actually also a really good thing because I think if I had to hear about her relationship all while I was still doing the single girl thing, I probably would have doubled my typical alcohol intake. Alas, that wasn't even an issue because that strange, but totally awesome, connection her and I have going on ended up working out perfectly and now we just have conversations that would have made the old us barf Pringles and Bagel Bites all over the place.

On Friday Erin, her manz, and myself headed to Disneyville. Epcot, to be more specific. I was semi-nervous I was going to be a super third wheel, since bear had to work that day and couldn't make it, but once again I was so wrong. Hanging out with the two of them was equally, if not more, fun than if it would have been just Erin and I. It was like the three of us had been a trio for years and the comfort level was that of lifelong friends... Don't make me explain said comfort level, just take my word for it. Mostly because I think Erin would fly down here again just to punch me in the face if I elaborated any further on this one.

May I also add that I had a margarita in Mexico that had Fireball in it? Yeah, shit got real. Really real.

If I'm being completely honest here, one of my most favorite parts about this trip had to have been the bromance we watched bloom throughout the duration of the four days. I mean, a lot could have gone wrong if the two menz didn't get along. Can you imagine? Us with all of this excitement for so many epic double dates, all while the two guys didn't like each other. Pretty much, that would have been the worst possible scenario. Fortunately that's also the exact opposite scenario because these two might just be more of a match made in heaven than Erin and I. I've got to admit, it was pretty fun to watch these two slugging beers and bouncing ridiculously inappropriate jokes off one another.

Admittedly, another favorite part of this trip was getting to party hardy with my bestie. I mean, for me, it doesn't much better than being in the company of not only my bestie, but also my boyfriend, AKA two of my very most favorite people on the planet, just drinking our nights away and making memories. The shots of Fireball Erin fought to the core, the shots of $2 tequila I fought (ok, not really) that Erin loved, the endless shared pitchers of Miller Lite, the darts, the jokes, the laughs. We, without a doubt, let loose this trip and my heart couldn't be happier.

RIP Pint Glass.

Erin, thank you so much for making this trip down here once again. You are honestly one of the greatest friends I have ever had and I am so insanely lucky to know you and have you in my life. I am so happy for you and your hunkfest and I'm so glad I got to spend the last four days causing chaos all over the city of Orlando with you two. Even if some of our dignity might have been left at one or two of those bars, you didn't even lose your wallet this time, which makes this trip that much better. I know this wasn't goodbye, more just see you later, but my heart is still heavy being so far away from you. Good luck with your wisdom teeth and take some wisdom from me... TAKE THE PILLS. And also eat all of the ice cream you can but remember it wont be better than that cake we had yesterday... which I may, or may not, have dreamed about last night.

Tell your man he gets an A+ and a stamp of approval from me. And bear, who I'm fairly sure is probably missing him just as much as I'm missing you right now. You two are the best and I can't wait to be reunited already.

PS. Push play on this song the next time you talk to him on the phone. I know he'll be thrilled to hear it. Again.