I started and ended my day with dishes. Four times in total, actually. I f’in hate doing dishes, but not quite as much as I hate them sitting there on my counter festering in filth. Hate them. Hate. Them.
You know what I love? I LOVE the friend who responds to an impromtu message like, “Drink?” With something like “Yep.”
Followed by “Pick you up in 5. I’m wearing sweats.”
Followed by Captain Morgan… strangers… giggles in the corner… and NOT even a second’s thought about dishes!!
I love friends who make me forget about my responsibilities and let me laugh. The ones who enthusiastically participate in people watching and can read your thoughts with a head nod. The ones who let me have my ugly moments (hair and morals) and love me anyhow.
I’m a realist by nature, so the drop-everything and-go-get-yourself-the-drink-you-earned-today moment doesn’t happen often. I’ve got too many responsibilities and things to check off the list. But I’m learning that letting loose a bit is sometimes (gasp!) NECESSARY to maintain sanity. So if you don’t have one, be on the look-out for the perfect “let loose” friend…you need them!
The responsible friendships and discussions about life’s purpose and religion and financial planning…they’re awesome too.
But tonight I’m sending some air guitar and knuckles to the carefree, judgement-free friendships that survive on messages of sarcasm and random drinks at the local watering hole…and I’m not talking about my damn sink!