As usual this time of the year, I am just coming down from a trip to the beach with friends.
OK, OK. I know anyone who reads me has heard this a million times. Maybe even a billion.
I know the best people.
The kind who laugh so hard they can’t read the next card when playing Cards Against Humanity.
The kind who make a joke about side boob and it turns into someone threatening to show us what side ball is all about.
The ones who roast you the best chicken you have ever tasted, make you a delicious breakfast and serenade you with their ukuleles.
The ones who try endlessly to cajole you into believing (heh) that you are spiritual.
People you can talk about feelings, philosophy, great books, music or side boobs while sitting on a sunny deck.
People who will build you a fire.
Friends who laugh at you for taking one more picture of the haystack rock, and are even willing to concede that the last one is totally different because the fog was rolling in.
Friends who make you laugh, think and be grateful that there are people in the world.