Nostalgia

Forget painting eggs, and eating ham - the best part of my Easter weekend was going out with friends. Friday night the Plymouth was packed, but we had managed to push together a booth, table and extra chairs to sit our oversize group of twelve. After I returned home that night (or should I say morning) I was flooded with an appreciation for my friends and all that we had been through. The nostalgia was brought on by our conversations of the evening, which revolved around plans for the upcoming year. Two friends moving to LA, two friends now a couple making all their plans together, one now working a 9 to 5, another taking summer classes, and some plans for grad school. It was a stark contrast to when we all went to college a few hours away and saw each other all summer, especially considering that other friends are already in Alaska and Texas.

Over the rest of the weekend, while chatting and reminiscing I was truly thankful for the times we have had together. Several of us have been friends since grade school, others only a few years - but all bringing something extra. Along with the good times, there have been the bad; interventions, fights, and fall outs that left us not speaking for months. Despite all the problems, we have always come back together once we realized that the fights weren't worth losing a friend. So this post is here to laud those friendships that will be soon tested with distance and time.

We've been together for the good times,

Visiting Mar and Emmy in NYC.

Times that we were exhausted,


And the just plain strange times.


We were always there to help each other out,

Painting the apt.

And to help out others and Camp,

Working to build a campsite and cooking breakfast.

We traveled to other countries,

Road-tripping Ireland

Took great vacations,

Padre Island National Seashore

And randomly trespassed on farms.


We lived out of a car so we could see the West Coast,


and were nerds together.


We did the most random things...

Lesboganing: pulling a bridge through the woods with a tractor.

that no one else understands.


Acting weird, like eating bugs.

Oh, and whale blubber.


And we slept on the ground, for eight hours...


To see a new day.


And we had the best times...


... no doubt.



A toast to the orignial ECBs - yeah boi!

I love you guys.