That, my friends, was the official theme song of last weeks' Orange County get together with four of my best friends in the whole wide world. Open windows, cruising down PCH with the Pacific shimmering beside us, Dr. Seaver's son providing the soundtrack to what was a much anticipated, much needed gathering of "the girls".
Rewind 12 years. (TWELVE. HOLY GUAC.) I'm a newbie Alpha Phi and am paired up randomly with another newbie for our first stint as in-house members. And here's what I know: I'm in an aptly named room (The Closet) and my roomie-to-be is the pretty, quiet girl with the hoop earrings. That's about all I knew, going in. I had no way of knowing this girl, after moving in and making three trips a day to Super Target and heartfelt, late night chats in our teeny-tiny corner room, would become one of my closest friends. Or that she'd bring into my life some of HER close friends from back home who would become mine, as well. And that we'd pick up another along the way, and that would be that. And that Megan and I, we'd consider ourselves the "mamas" of this group.
|don't mind my devil eyes.|
tequila did it.
And then, Monday, it was time to pack it up and come home. And as much fun as I was having and as sad as I was to see the ocean fade away out the cab's window ..... I couldn't wait to land back in the mountains and smooch these faces. And do glue art projects at 8am. They wanted crowns, we were making crowns.
And then they gave me the flu bug they passed around in my absence and I wanted to die the end.
|the sprite i kept down for 30 minutes before.....|
well, you know.