My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I had dinner with a good friend of mine this weekend. Normally, she’s a brilliant, poised, accomplished woman. On Friday, I saw her turn into a giggling twelve-year old girl in front of my eyes. It was really quite astonishing. One minute we were discussing the state of the world (or something equally meaningful, I’m sure). The next, a boy she likes happened into the restaurant with a couple of his friends as we were getting ready to leave. After a short conversation (they were being seated, the restaurant was crowded and we were all in the way), we exited the restaurant and ducked into a nearby Rite Aid, where I watch my brilliant, poised, accomplished friend fall apart. Within minutes, she’s transformed into a shaking, excited (but still cute) mess, and we’re scheming like two pre-teens on how to meet up with them after their dinner. Being a good friend, and with less to lose, I bravely ventured forth into the restaurant we had just vacated and brazenly asked them to join us for drinks after dinner. They did, and a fun evening was had by all. I rock (*pat on the back*).

Also, I was supposed to go hiking this weekend, but at the merest suggestion of rain, I bailed. I am so not hardcore. Sigh. LA has softened me considerably. D*mn you LA!