I finally have something worth writing about again.
Life has been flying by too quickly for me lately, what with working crazy hours, doing adult things like paying bills and finding the time to go grocery shopping, and keeping my room from becoming a breeding ground for bacteria and germs. I have found little to nothing in my (lack of) extra-curricular activities that make me happy (unless you count my addiction to stealing Susie's Netflix and spending my free hours watching one of the 156 episodes of The West Wing).... until now.
One of my best friends' finally moved home after her five ish year absence from home while living in Boston. (To those of you in the Massachusetts area, the Boston area, or anyone with Boston in their hearts, mine goes out to you. We, your brothers and sisters, have you in our hearts, prayers, and thoughts.) Finally being able to see the people I love and not having to drive five hours to get there, I made my self a permanent guest on Monday nights, the only night of the week that I don't get out at 8:15 at night. Now, what I haven't shared is that my Best Friend Murphy is a chef, and, not that I want you to think I'm exaggerating, but she doesn't just cook, she creates edible art. She inspires me to try foods that I not only tell people I don't like, but that I actually believe that I don't like.
Our Monday Night Dinners have become an outlet for me, one that transforms 'hanging out' to 'significant family time'. These people are family; they're not blood, but they're so much more than that. So Muffin, Murphy's wife, asked me to write about our Monday Night Dinners, though she called them something ridiculously clinical, so much so that I can't even remember what she said. (Sorry, Muffin.)
The night starts out with me, Murphy, and Diesel drinking. Murphy not only creates edible art, but she makes a mean mixed drink, if you know what I mean. I have had the pleasure of spending many a Monday night drinking at her house but nothing beats the Sangria that we had last night. Apples, peaches, pears maybe, Dreaming Tree white wine (the Dave Matthews' wine) and orange juice topped with champagne.
Though the food was delicious, the most sensational thing about Monday Night Dinners with Lu, Murphy, Muffin, Diesel and Papa Dukes is that these people are still in my life over a decade after I met them, and that we've overcome distance and life's obstacles and we're better friends for it.
Okay, so I was going to make this a foodie kind of post, but I think more important ideas needed to come out.
<3 Stay awesome ladies and gents.
