As in out-out.
Nice boots, a sexy little top, and hair and makeup done.
Really out.
Something I’m pretty sure I would not have been ready for had I stayed home instead of coming back to Arizona for Thanksgiving.
But I’ve got some old friends getting together tonight, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see everyone. Friends I've known forever it seems. Friends who I have memories with that no one else can even begin to match. Friends who have seen me at my very worst, and at my very best.
Several of these friends came to visit me a time or two when I lived in San Diego, so I’ve seen some of them as recently as 3 years ago.
And I am excited. Excited to see some old and familiar faces and excited to catch up on what everyone’s got going on.
Excited to have a night out that is too focused on catching up and remembering the past to revolve around the state of my insides.
I don’t think I’ll be drinking much tonight, as my stomach is still less than pleased with me right now. But I’m walking upright, and I haven’t needed to take anything for pain today. So overall – things are looking up.
And I am ready.
To see some old friends.
Laugh about old times.
And remember who I was, before endometriosis and infertility took over.
Because you know what? I used to be a pretty cool chick.
And I’m hoping that somewhere deep down inside, that version of me still exists.
It may just take a night out with some old friends to dig her back up.
And then bring her home to Alaska with me.
