Here's to making it through the rest of the week...
Last night was awkward. my friend, Callan, and I decided to check out a weekly 5k that one of our favorite local bars offers... turns out a local running club hosts it and, oh yeah, they're all training for the Boston Marathon. The group leader told us, prior to the run, that we'd most certainly come in last (we didn't by the way) and that we could enjoy some of the free food offered to the runners after the race (schwing!) Clearly, we were instant outcasts amongst this crowd but there isn’t a person alive who could keep me from enjoying a free meal so after the race we grabbed a beer and some food, weaved our way through the other runners, and plopped ourselves down to eat. That’s when a man decked out in long underwear, neon, and longish sweaty hair decided to join us. We made polite conversation with him as he lectured us on running and life in general until he started patting my back and all bets were off… as Callan and I made our way back to my car, the giggling began…
By the time we made it back to Callan’s apartment we had pretty much lost it. Our friend, Michelle, joined us and the conversation shifted to our taste in music in middle school. At this point, Callan and Michelle stunned me with a flawless impersonation of C’est La Vie by B*Witched. By the end of the night we were all laughing so hard we could hardly catch our breaths. You absolutely had to be there to find any of this as hysterical as we did, but I woke up still giggling this morning. Nights like that are a complete reminder that laughter is absolutely the best medicine.
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