You Used To Have All The Answers

Last Tuesday, it was Skinny Pizza for dinner before spending the night over at Trixia's house playing silly games and watching a not-so-silly game between Portugal and Spain.

I was genuinely terrified.

A final bow before the night ends. (Actually we were pretending to be geishas. Blame the alcohol.)

The first one of us leaves and this departure makes 3 years seem like nothing. But it was really more than that. It was dysfunctional, frustrating, hysterical, difficult and all kinds of funny. How our group ever worked out shall always remain a mystery. I will (albeit grudgingly) miss this gang of misfits.