This past weekend I had the wonderful pleasure of spending Sunday with two of my favorite Albany ladies.
We had brunch scheduled for 1 PM.
Yes. Those are waffles. Stuffed with bacon. Jealousy? Totally normal.
By 5 PM, we decided dinner must be included.
((Don't get me wrong, I've had many a long day full of brunch. MANY. But this one? Epic))
And then? We would be the 3 girls going to see The Avengers at 8:30 PM. Please take note that this made brunch an all day, all night, multi-part affair. (side note: the movie? WAS AWESOME. Even if you haven't seen all the others to lead up to who the superheroes are. Random thought: Why did Scar-Jo's semi automatic handgun never. ever. ever. ever. run out of ammo?!)
These ladies, we'll call them LJ and CW (because hey, we're pulling the initials back for this one. Get off me.) made me not only laugh my way through almost 12 hours, but reminded me of all the wonderful people that I have met and become friends with along the way on this crazy 518 journey.
They have reminded me that not only am I going to rock this transition back to the 585, but that if people aren't ok with who I have become, it's a "you problem." (Ok, maybe that was JD, but still).
I believe this sums it up best. "I guess some people don't like me... I just don't really get it."
So, to my favorite Sunday brunchers, whether it was brunch part 1, 2, 2a, or 3. You ladies are wonders. For my heart, my soul, and my laughter. And don't worry. I like all of us.
Actually? It's more of a love.