You know what I'm talking about.

Friday, July 13, 2007

So everyone has this friend. You know, the one that is so much fun to hang out with, but you never know if one second you'll be engrossed in a coversation with her (or him), you'll look to your left for one second, then you'll look back and she's halfway across the park excitedly greeting another friend. You look down, and your friend has left her bag with you, because she knows you're a responsible person. She can leave her bag with you. But you could never leave yours with her.

Picture this. You're at a big event in the park, sitting in the grass. You're chomping on some food with your friend, having a good time, starting to think to yourself, "Wow. I really enjoy this person's company. We're starting to become pretty good friends." Then, all of the sudden, she's gallavanting across the field to say hi to some friends, and of course, you're stuck with the bags, food and drinks. As you look around, you see groups of friends - all together, inclusively, talking and laughing. "It's cool, she'll be right back. I can just chill here," you say to yourself as you take a huge bite of burritto, sheepishly look around, and realize you are totally alone.

Don't you love friends like that?!