I went to Flip Burger Boutique with my friend Renee and some of her friends. We made a story on Whrrl. Check it out!

You can also check out my own Whrrl story about it:

I met my friend Shelly for dinner on Wednesday night.  She’s one of the seventeen Michelle-derivative named friends that I have.  She’s also the first person that I met and befriended when we moved to GA (Part I) in 2004.  We’ve been good friends even though I’m slack and don’t get together enough with her.  Oh and she’s probably going to be my in-law someday.  At least I’ll be able to go to my in-laws house and get drunk and laugh.  Especially at our old husbands!

The thing about moms is sometimes we don’t eat all day long.  It’s not that we are neglecting ourselves, it’s just that we forget.  Ok, ok, we are neglecting ourselves.  Then we arrange to meet another mom friend for dinner.  We get some margarita in us and BAM we’re liquored up.   We’re loud (well, actually, I’m loud.) Then we find that we’re talking about stuff we should really be talking about in the privacy of one of our homes, perhaps over some Trader Joe’s wine and fondue?

It’s apparent to me that Shelly and I need to get out for these friend dates more often.  My face hurt from laughing.  Here’s the thing, though:  The best part of it all is knowing someone accepts you in all your inappropriate glory.   Knowing that you almost walked out of the bathroom with TP stuck to your shoe, telling your pal, only to hear her laugh and tell you a story that tops it.  Knowing that you can tell her that a Facebook quiz deemed you a sexual deviant and her reply is that she already knew it.  Knowing that you can laugh, cry, stomp, spit, and simply drone on about mindless crap…that’s friendship.

Viva la friendship, yo!