Better.
The time with Rachel and Jenn was exactly what I needed after the grossness that was last week. I wasn’t even in their company for a full twenty-four hours, but it was excellent, quality time together and it ruled.
My throat is still sore from singing along with 90s songs at a dive bar in the East Village for about four hours, so you know we had a good time. I still haven’t eaten an actual meal, and have been hungry since about 1:30 pm on Saturday, because we ate appetizers and salads but never any actual food, and when I got home yesterday, I could barely stand up, never mind cook anything.
The restorative power of hanging out with the two people you’ve been friends with the longest was greater than I had expected. And now that Jana will be here in oh, TWENTY-FOUR DAYS, things can really only get better.