St. Patricks Day 2012

I'm a little late on this post- but last weekend was amazing, and worthy of its very own!

My bestie and her brother Cass came for the weekend! Let me tell you, I was like a 14 year old girl when they walked in the door. Screaming, hugging, high pitch squeals. Our backyards join together in London and growing up we spent countless hours together; playing in the backyard, going on bike rides, having sleepovers, building snow forts...pretty much, you name it, we did it. As we've become young adults we've all gone off to University, found jobs, groups of friends have expanded and new activities have replaced our swingset and play dates. This weekend however, was jam packed with new memories, and reliving the old.

It started Friday night, staying up till the wee hours, huddled together on the floor, sharing stories, laughing, just being together. It was nothing special, as in we didn't dress up, get fancy and throw a party (rather we were in lounge clothes, and the party came the next day) but in doing 'nothing special', that made it special. It was the fact that we were together. My world of home and world of school collided together to create one ball of together-ness. Oh and it was amazing.

I've come to realize that nothing is something. abnormal is really the normal. simple is extraordinary. and that being together is what really matters. Pushing all other agenda's aside and setting time to just be. just be together. I laid in bed that night with the greatest smile on my face. One that made my eyes sparkle (and not just cause I had pinkeye) but rather because some of the most important people in my life were under the same roof. where my childhood besties and my university besties were here. together.

We woke up that morning, after our first sleepover it what felt like 15 years, the sun was slowly shining and we knew it would be an amazing day. Why? Because we were together. Okay fairy, or maybe leprechaun dust is put away...yes we were together, but also because it was St. Patricks Day!

 

We planned for it to be awesome, and dude we were delivering! We got dressed in green, decorated the house and Chef Boy Cass heated the kitchen with his mad pancake flipping skills. With a quick run to the grocery store, Chey and I were back in time to begin the festivities.

 

The rest of the day was history! Friends dressed in green continued to gather as celebrated what will now be known as 'the day Fanshawe college hit the news'. We spent the day basking in the 23 degree warmth of sunshine, enjoying games of flip up and kings, listening to some good ole Irish tunes, and keeping it real. In the evening we headed to Nick's for more of the same, with a new batch a friends. It was pretty awesome hanging out with some guys whom I went to elementary school with, some that I've never met yet lived in the same neighbourhood, and then those I don't have anything in common with at all.

It was fun waking up to text messages filled with love, and stumbling upon sprinkles of green all throughout the house. With a shower and clean up, I headed back to Nick's to rejoin with the group and chill before everyone headed off.

  

The weekend was everything I could imagined and a little bit more. Sometimes it the simple act; the gathering of people, rekindling and connection with friends, and fact we were together, magic happened!   It was one epic weekend!

Happy *belated* St. Patty's Day!
Hope you weren't as stupid as those Fanshawe students.