Yeah, we are officially old. We no longer have the desire to go dancing or bar-hopping. Too many people. Too loud. We don’t even want to go out and pay for an overpriced meal and tip a rude waiter, and the whole time I’m thinking, “I could make this at home.” Instead we have our friends over, make champagne cocktails and annihilate Mark’s famous BBQed chicken wings. Then we eat marshmallows out of the bag and play giant Jenga. It’s actually pretty good times! Our friends are family to us, so it’s awesome to be able to sit around, swap stories, and laugh. Laughter is the best medicine!
