I really do love my friends. I have this excellent group of work buddies that go to happy hour about once a month and it always ends up being happy hourS more that just a couple of calm drinks where you talk about work and eat hot wings.

It is kinda like this: remember that group of friends when you were in high school that would pass notes all day about the party that night? Then, once you all would get to the party you would only hang out with each other and then chat it up about who is dating who and what kissing what-his(or her)-face was like. All the while, totally ignoring the rest of the party b/c you and this group of people felt that the night could not get any better. You were the group of people that everyone would come up to and tell you how "totally cool and awesome" you were and all you could do was agree. Then, ultimately, someone's parents would call and everyone would ohh and ahhh about being in trouble, but inside you really hoped that one of your besties was not grounded. yeah, the happy hour gang is like that.

Last night was totally fun and we had all the right characters present. We had the shy girl (or seemingly shy) that comes into her own once she has a few drinks in her and then shocks the shit outta you with the awesomely stupendous comments. You have the crazy party girl with the heart of gold. The one that would bend over backward for a friend and who would totally have your back in a fight (even though she is only 5 feet tall). You have the token dude, that is the dude's dude and all other dudes look to and say "how did he get so cool - I wanna be cool?" The one that somehow is so randomly cool that he wears sun glasses inside and walks likes he knows something that no one else knows. Finally, there is the entertainer, always ready with a joke, story or quick jig - anything to make the friends laugh. She is the one that every one mistakes for being an attention hog and the case is really that...well...she is an attention hog.

A perfect mix. The perfect group. The perfect time.