By many accounts I consider myself pretty lucky. Not like win the powerball lucky (they say "money doesn't buy happiness," but I would love to give it the old college try), but more lucky in love/friendships/family kind-of-lucky. I am really fortunate to have these great friends and groups of great friends who for some reason put up with me. Take for example all my high school chick-a's who knew me back in my V-Scoy days. Back in the long hair (real this time), cut-off-too-short-pockets-hangin'-out Girbaud jeans, Doc Martin sandal, Maybelline (very, very black) mascara, boy drama, Busch Light drinkin' (I know) days. Heck, one of those gals went to school with me from kindergarten at Howard Hedger on through CHS graduation (we know all sorts of secrets about each other, right Jami?). Then I have the crew I met in college who really have the inside scoop on what makes me tick (scary). These are back to the days of Gamma Phi Beta, Balzerzak Drive, a slowly shorter and shorter haircut, Abercrombie wearing, Wet N Wild lip liner, more boy drama, Bacardi Limon-Diet Coke drinkin' (and $2 S.S.S. tap beer) days. One of these gals was my next door neighbor at Gage Towers Dormitory. I knew we were gonna be BF's when she introduced herself to all our floors mates as having a purple toothbrush and a size 32A cup (ohhhh, Ames). Watch out when this group bonds-an outsider will be floored (or bored) at the stuff that we pulled off or thought we pulled off (enough stuff to keep me blogging for a life time). Then I have yet another fabulous group of cronies that have taken me under their wing and let me slip on into their exclusive gang (the initiation was something else). I met these sassy gals via an at-the-time-coworker. I'm not sure if she really wanted to be my friend at the time, but I can be persistent, like a bad VD, if I put my mind to it. Anyway, this gang of broads know the Brooke you get today (can you believe they still call me?). Although, lets be serious, I don't know if it is much different than the days of old... except I will never drink a Busch Light or Bacardi Limon Diet Coke ever again AND now every once in again they get a tale of hubby drama. Whatever, the whole drawn out point was supposed to be these ladies let me break into the third Tuesday of every month ritual of J.U.G.G's. If I have to spell it out for you, "Just Us Girls (and Gays)," are these cats clever or what. Each month the time is the same, location the same, vino and snacks vary slightly, but the conversation is ever changing. Oh boy, oh boy, do we gossip with the biggest capitol "G" e-v-e-r! If I wasn't sworn to secrecy I would tell you the topic (and (head-he he) count) from last month. At any rate, thanks J.U.G.G's for being so fun & making me feel like one of the troop (and for letting me take and post these photos). I just love you Laurie, Molly, Bridget, Martina and Nicki!
P.S. Don't think I didn't want to publish other photos from last night-but instead I will just save them in my blackmail file (kidding). AND for the record 6.5 bottles of wine split amongst us ain't bad for a Tuesday night... just really hard on a Wednesday morning.
PS I missed a lot of people in this quick post who I adore and cherish friendships with. Don't worry your time in the lime-light is coming (and that's a threat). See you tomorrow!