1 part tap dance class
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1 part campfire, melted campfire cone goodness, beer, and girlfriends
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Monday night done right!
Amen.
If you’ve never made yourself a campfire cone stuffed with chocolate, caramel, butterscotch, marshmallows, nuts, toffee, MnMs, coconut, etc. (and preferably topped with butter pecan or vanilla bean ice cream!) roasted over an open fire with a cold beer sitting right beside you…you should get on that immediately.
Also, I don’t say this nearly enough, but I feel SO LUCKY to have made such incredible friends in Rochester. These ladies really are the best. I had a lot of acquaintances and great, fun work friends (with whom I only occasionally got together with outside of work) in Cincinnati, but I also really struggled for nearly two years to find a solid group of friends in Cincinnati as a newlywed, in a new state, intent on spending time with her new husband and building her career, and working with people mostly younger (as in, still in college or recent college grads) than I was, who had vastly different agendas, priorities, and work ethics than I did. And, with the exception of my wonderful Allyson, I never really did make those true blue friends. And it left a void in my otherwise wonderful existence. It felt like something was missing. I definitely worried about how I’d make friends, knowing absolutely nobody, when I learned I’d be moving to Rochester. Finding good friends gets exponentially more challenging after college, I think. But almost instantly I was welcomed by these ladies. And within a few months I had a solid core group of friends – from work, from book club, from church, from random happenstance meetings – from all over. They are wonderful and strong and talented and passionate and adventurous and whip smart and funny and compassionate and a complete joy to be around. And I feel really grateful to have them. All of them.
