Very Good Close Friends

I'm discovering that nights out with the girls, where by the end you're one big mass of giggling females, can be a lot of fun! I'm so used to be so worried about appearances and being "proper" (what is that anyway?), I completely lost track of what having fun means. I'm starting to remember and having lots of it!

Last night we partook of Restaurant Week here in Philly. Four of us, Skanky (who from here on in I think I will call Boobs, since she's not really skanky that was just my first impressions, but she's definitely, in her own words, boobalicious - I think that's going to be my new favorite word for awhile! :-) ), Ms Shrink, The Same (since she really reminds me of myself in so many ways) she's also, by the way, roommates with Bitchy Poo, and myself. We went to Tinto's had lots and lots of food and lots of good conversation. They served tapas style so we all shared, we started out with arugula salad, gazpacho, skewered chicken; then moved onto asparagus (to die for), string beans, mussels in a marinara sauce, skewered steak, half poulets; and then dessert: banana chocolate tortes and almond cake with cherry cream on top.We talked about Ren Boy (how did I manage to deal with his shit for so long?), the Gipper (he just wants to be friends, and I'm ok with him taking the lead in where the relationship goes. I just really like him and feel a connection with him somehow. I'm perfectly ok just being friends, but should he decide at some point that he might want to try something more, I'd be open to that too. I think we could be really good together. I think we're already pretty good together. But time will tell. Just hopefully not too much time). We talked about work, and my living situation with Mom and Sis. Then on the walk back to the train we talked about the upcoming Sukkah Hop. It was an overall very nice night.

I posted something to that effect on my facebook page, and Gipper commented back and then called me. He was having a lazy night and sounded half asleep. It was kind of nice that he was one of the last people I spoke too before going to bed, and I'd like to think he felt the same. It's nice to know I'm on his mind. And I have to say that just being friends does take a lot of pressure off. Plus the fact that he's a guy and not a catty female friend, I'm not quite as careful with what I say to him. But it's ok. I feel that I could say quite a bit to him and he wouldn't be offended. I think at the very least we'll be very good, close friends, and frankly, I could use some of those.