Going out for drinks tonight with my oldest friend, and two of my best guy friends from high school, otherwise known as, all of us who have moved home and whose presence can be tolerated pre-drunk. Basically, it’s going to be a 5 year reunion of Dr. Eisenhouer’s CP Physics class in a fine Rutland drinking establishment. There will be catching up. There will be beer. There might even be a reciting of Newton’s Laws of Motion.
But guys, I’m like, really stressing. I haven’t seen two of these people in— seriously— over 4 years. And I don’t think Caiti has seen me in anything other than lounging clothes since the summer between freshmen and sophomore year of college when we both worked at The Aeagle. So, the last time I saw them, this was what I looked like:
A lot has changed. Obviously. Including losing those 20 pounds during my freshman year of college. Y’all know what I look like. But I wanna knock their socks off. Dressing for other people is always so nerve-wracking. And I mean, it’s a Rutvegas bar. Heels are not an option, here. So I think I’m going with a LBD, gold belt, and gold sandals. Caiti said she was thinking about sweats.
I SINCERELY hope that was a joke.