I'm deaf in the right ear.

I'm back, bitches. I'm sure you're all waiting with baited breath to hear how my trip down memory lane was this weekend.

It. Was. AWESOME.

I went back home to the mitten to visit my parents and my college roomie and BFF Kristin.

A short recap on why we are BFFs: we got put in blind freshman year in college. Due to overbooking, we had a third roommate who was supposed to stay in our room until something opened up. We kicked her out before we even met in person, when we decided we were soulmates after a phone conversation during which Kristin informed me that she once threw a refrigerator over a balcony on spring break. Insta-BFFs.

Fast forward 9 years (holy shit!) and we are inseperable, even though we live in different states.

Rockin' out with our 80s gear.

So I went to visit her and catch up. We found ourselves immediately at happy hour on Friday, drinking delicious beers and singing Justin Bieber songs at the top of our cougar lungs.

Saturday, we went to an 80s party that was ah-MAZING. Naturally, we dressed up in our hottest leg warmers and crimped side ponytails for the endeavor. The place had a cover band that played the best 80s songs EVER. We stood in the front row, right in front of a giant speaker--which explains why I still can't hear out of my right ear. Totally worth it.

Awesome 80s band & giant speaker that stole my hearing.

We had an awesome time this weekend, and it was so good to see my lady friend. I missed her terribly. There are some friends you lose touch with over the years, and some that stay stronger than ever. That you can sing Justin Bieber songs with. And wear side ponytails. I am so thankful for those friends.

An 80s Mullet and Origami Napkin Hats

I'm a 5-year-old in a 27-year-old's body. No, seriously. I'm a giant baby. I sleep with carebears, a stuffed purple unicorn and a pink gingham pillow. When K gets home from work, I hide around the corner and jump out to surprise him. I ask lots of questions, and I get REALLY fussy when I don't eat.

Yet I'm 3 years short of 30.

But isn't that the fun of it? Being able to act ridiculous with your friends? Honestly, that's when I find myself the happiest. This weekend was no exception--one of my best girlfriends Em came in to visit from Chicago, see the house and hang out with K and I. We went out to a delicious Mexican dinner with some great friends, and I haven't laughed that hard in SO long.

Caught with a paper napkin hat on.

We also went to see HOP at the movies on Friday night, and ate giant buckets of popcorn like we were back in middle school. It was AWESOME.

The first hilarious event of the evening was a drunk bachelorette in the bathroom declaring that she was having a sneezing fit at 8pm. Then, Em slipped on her way to the bathroom about an hour later and gave the waitresses a good giggle. Next, the boys started making origami hats out of their napkins which drew a shoutout from the live band playing next to our table. Annnd the cherry on top was the cab driver at the end of the night who had a straight 80s mullet and drove like he was an extra in Talledega Nights.

It doesn't matter how old you are, sometimes you just have to take it back to the old days, when hanging out with your friends and laughing your face off is the best remedy for any stress in your life. Because what's better than snorting milk out of your nostrils with good friends, acting like an idiot (and making hats out of your cloth napkin at the dinner table--*COUGH* K started it. *COUGH*