an old friend was in town this week. and between work and other obligations, the only night we could hang out was tonight.
Thursday summer nights are usually spent watching films under the stars with the girls. but we made an exception and headed downtown instead.
we had a few free beverages in the hospitality suite at his hotel, then headed out to see a free concert in the middle of the street. (I love summer here, outdoor entertainment at every turn.)
then we decided the vodka needed company in our stomachs, and went for tapas. over serrano ham wrapped dates and salmon wrapped asparagus with blue cheese sauce, we reminisced.
he's like another brother to me. but a brother I can really talk to more like a best friend. it had been a few months since he was in town. and I realized I missed our talks.
it's guys like him, and my other amazing guy friends, that have set my standards so high. and make me treasure my old friends.
make new friends, but keep the old...
4 comments:
what tapas place? it sounds delish.
this sentance cracked me up: he's like another brother to me. but a brother I can really talk to more like a best friend.
hubs- it's incredible!! called the 9th door, on Blake.
why does it crack you up? you know there are certain things no girl will ever talk to her brothers about, right?!
and you shouldn't ever lower your standards!!!!
OK, yes, i've heard good things about that place.
It cracked me up because it sounded like something out of the Jerk (Steve Martin Movie). Something like (the last part i made up in my head and is probably why i laughed.), "he's like another brother to me. but a brother I can really talk to more like a best friend. but a best friend that takes care of me more like a mother. but like a mother i can flirt with more like a crucs but a crush i can kiss more like a lover".
apparently i read into things.
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