Friday, March 16, 2012

oh, canada.

Trip up to canada to visit the best friend.  
Got up around 4:30 in the morning to get there.
Worth it. 

(of course, I was sleeping while sweet gideon was driving)


Britt and I were roommates in college. Out of everyone I lived with, I've kept in touch with her the best (no competition). How I love that we can just not see each other for months (sometimes years) and just pick up where we left off. 

A sign of a true friend if you ask me, friends. 


Brit and I stayed up talking about funny stories from our apartments. The ex-boyfriend stories. Tales from our late movie nights. Reminiscing about when we met our husbands. We rolled our eyes and giggled about roommate drama. Our apartment definitely had its fair share.... 
(a quick thank you to my many roommates who were drama free...
 and a sincere apology to the few of you who I somehow managed to offend with a single glance...)


We remembered our sweet past, then fast forwarded to the now- and imagined what the future holds. All while we munched on canadian chocolate. 

Ah, to be in canada with my sweet husband, my sweet britt and her sweet jason.
Is there anything better?


I submit that there is not.

When I'm having massive amounts of fun, I forget to take pictures friends. 
This is why I've placed our faces on pictures of the things we did together.

We hadn't even been in the motherland for long when 
Brit and Jason took us curling. 

I ate the ice.
(I was told I was graceful in the process, so I don't mind one bit.)


After we finished curling, the four of us ran a 6K. 
(have I mentioned I don't run??)

 But we did it. And it wasn't bad!! 
Of course, I think running next to my best friend helped the situation significantly. 

Anyway, I think I'm going to start signing up for 5Ks and stuff. If I can do a 6K in Canada, surely I can do a few 5Ks in the states. Even if I don't have her making me giggle the whole time. 


Another thing Brit and Jason introduced me to is CrossFit. 

It's a workout. 
It's about 10-15 minutes.
(Of hell.)

So sore the entire time we were there. Still am sore, actually.
We took naps frequently. I think we were all exhausted the entire time. 
Having fun can be so tiring.

We ate brit's phenomenal cooking. 
We looked around at very expensive model homes. 
Just for the heck of it. Had we stayed longer I feel very confident we would have test drove high speed luxury vehicles. I don't know why, I just am.

In the evenings we watched movies and caught up on lame TV shows while we made fun of them. 
Goodness, it was marvelous.

(all while we ate ketchup chips, and other canadian treats with french writing on them)

I don't know why exactly, but I had a much harder time saying goodbye this trip than I ever had. There was this looming sense that this time of our lives is finally coming to a close- and by that I mean, the "lets stay up till 2 in the morning and eat junk food while we talk about how awful this season of the bachelor was"- time of our lives. The "superficial carefree years" time of our lives.

 Is it that we're growing up? I mean- we've both gotten married, but that didn't change much. I think its that we're just getting older. Brit and Jason own a house. Like a real one. I remember when things like buying a house seemed next to impossibly far into the future. Yet here we are.

Part of me imagines what it would be like if Gid and I were to have a baby and Brit and Jason came by for a visit. Would we still watch weird 15 minute episodes of crappy cartoons late in the evening because it made us laugh incredibly hard? Would we tackle each other? Would we hide behind corners, jump out and make eachother scream? 

(For those of you who are wondering, I'm just talking about myself and Brittany- jason and gideon were very calm and probably a little irritated with the volume that came with brit and my shenanigans.) 

Probably not when we have little ones. When we have kids, we'll probably watch 1/2 of a movie (like Marley and Me, or some other family tearjerker), hug eachother gently around 9:45 pm and whisper our goodnights as we crawled into bed.

I dunno. I can't imagine not staying up till at least midnight with my brit. 
And I can't imagine not tackling her, even if we're eighty.


Maybe we're growing up. Or maybe not quite yet. 
Either way, I love my best friend.


Have a lovely rest of your break, friends.

1 comment:

  1. OH MY GOODNESS!!! This was amazing! Jason and I laughed so hard at the fuzed heads onto the curlers. The best part is none of us really got that low while throwing the rocks. haha. So you know that I am just going to copy and paste this to my blog.... and we never taught me to blog!!!! I love you and miss your faces so much! You two are most lovely! This trip is going to go down in history!

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