Have you ever met someone that you immediately click with? A person that instantly just gets you? Someone that’s easy and fun to just be around? That’s how I feel about Jenn. We jive. Although, we’ve known each other since high school, and have just recently become close friends. Back in the day, we cheered together. She used to toss me in the air. It was a good time. But we didn’t hang out much. I was somewhat of a goody-two-shoes. And she was…. not. Ha! Post college we danced together. That was also a good time. But again, we didn’t really have much of a friendship outside the dance studio. We did however, enjoy shaking our asses on stage together. I have no idea where Jenn is, but if you pay attention, I bet you can figure out which one is me.
Hint: I’m the ‘Becky’ that gets her ass smacked.
Fast forward a few more years, and our little girls go to the same alternative school, with a focus on self-directed learning. The model fosters critical thinking, creativity, and growing up to become a total bad ass. In a nutshell, parents who send their kids to this type of school are telling the ‘system’ to fuck off.
These girls right here… They ain’t gonna follow the rules. Nope. They’re going to be the ones that help to rewrite them.
Our girls becoming such great friends has given me and Jenn the best excuse to hang out constantly. Last week Jenn randomly asked if I wanted to go to Foxwoods for a night. Normally this isn’t something I’d really do. Sounds like a money pit to me. But Jenn could make hanging out in paper bag fun, so I figured why not? Besides, it’s always nice having an excuse to get dolled up.
And to spend way too much money on more food than you could ever possibly eat.
We’re going to go ahead and blame this 2am room service order on the alcohol. The excessively massive tip I gave them can be blamed on my stupidity. Ha! The hours leading up to this ridiculous purchase were a blast though, so it was worth the $80.
I’m pretty sure we spent approximately 30 minutes gambling. The rest of the time we laughed our asses off at each other. We spent more time crouched over, dying laughing in the bathroom than anyplace else. I damn near pissed my pants. Jenn is terrible at taking selfies. And I’m pretty sure I might have a concussion from smashing my head into the mirror… It’s a long story. I’d pay good money to get my hands on the picture Jenn took of herself. But then she’d probably kill me. We finished off our overnight with a failed attempt at getting tattoos (whomp whomp) and then played music way too loud the whole ride home. I’m pretty sure we looked wicked cool. Her pimped out Cherokee puts my ’02 Caravan to shame.
When I hang with Jenn, I feel about as cool as these two bad ass females. But Jenn… Jenn actually is this cool:
Beyonce~Run The World