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Best Day Ever

It might not be the best day ever, but that’s what we called it when it ended around midnight and I found myself still wearing the same T-shirt I had slept in the night before. It was just one of those unexpected days that unfolded without a plan and yet seemed to be carefully scripted to perfection or perhaps just written in the stars. There was nothing over the top about this day. Absolutely nothing at all. If I were to lay it all out, “we went here and there and did this and that…” it might sound boring, but it was anything but.

It was a day that began because of the way the night before ended, which was very late. It was the kind of night where your car stays downtown and your feet deliver you safely to your front door, and then to your bed. Alone. Almost not alone if you had bothered to shave your legs. Sometimes your prickly legs save you from yourself.

On the best day ever I woke up with an aching head, a dry mouth, a smile, and a text saying, “Let’s walk downtown and get our cars, and let’s have one Bloody Mary.” I tried to resist. No I didn’t. Just one, I texted back. It was a sunshiny beautiful morning with a breeze. Not a light breeze. I could hear the wind. I got up, guzzled water, brushed my teeth, donned yoga pants, sneakers, and a sweatshirt over my slept-in T-shirt. I didn’t brush my hair or put on make-up; just sunglasses.

We were two girls and one boy. All just friends. All feeling about the same. We walked downtown with the warm wind whipping our hair around and relived the events that occurred several hours earlier with playful ribbing. We arrived at the same bar we said goodbye to the night before and were presented with three spicy drinks that seemed to put our heads on straight. I was ready to go home, pull the curtains, fry a couple eggs, and get horizontal on the couch with the remote in my hand.

Instead, we ate eggs together, and then we watched little girls play basketball, and then we washed crispy tacos down with cold beer, and stretched out on benches in the sunshine, and played billiards, and laughed until our sides ached.

And then we left our cars again and walked home. I lost my sunglasses. I didn’t care.

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  1. I loved this. “I lost my sunglasses. I didn’t care.”
    Perfect x

    August 28, 2015

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