Last night was exactly what I needed. Both my BFF and I agreed we felt zero regret at selling our Ellie Goulding tickets, we had way more fun kicking back in my apartment with the pups and the kitty, eating sushi, drinking cheap rose wine, and "watching" (by which I mean "talking through") movies. We paid minimal attention to our official best-friends-flick, Across The Universe, then Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, 'cause to quote the BFF "we're acting like twelve year olds anyway." We gossiped, we laughed, we discussed tiny penises and foot fetishes and Vegas and bitches, and basically had a grand ole time.
I said this to my BFF last night but I'll say it again here, 'cause I know she reads my blog every day and she should be praised publicly. I'm so incredibly lucky to have her in my life, she is the most supportive and caring person I know and every second we spend together is awesome. She is just the best. I wish I could clone her and sell her as the BFF Deluxe. But mostly I want to keep her to myself.
I'm scheduled to go to SB a lot over the next few months, so I'm stoked on more best friend time. Sometimes I get down on myself for not having more of a social network in LA, but I definitely subscribe to the concept of quality over quantity, and I'd rather have my best friend than twenty lesser ones.
I LOVE YOU BFF.