Ranger Co

So the camping trip is planned! Livingston it is. I've even been practicing my zig-zag running technique, just incase we should come upon an alligator!
I'm so excited though. Anytime I'm able to hang out with my girls from college, I know it's going to be a fun time. There's just an openness about a friendship after having lived together for four years that I haven't found in a lot of other friendships. All of my girls from college have seen each other sans makeup, sans bra, in our pajamas, when we were sick, mean, cranky, sad, happy, and silly. We've cried together over TV shows. We've cried together over serious, real-life events. We've cried together over boys. I saw one of my friends get pooped on by a bird. I saw several throw up. One threw me in front of a chainsaw-bearing freak at a haunted house to save herself. I ran away, screaming, from that same chainsaw man in the same haunted house with one of my other friends. We've been in embarrassing situations on MANY occasions: I busted my butt on rollerblades several times with one particular friend, I watched one fall down in front of a group of upper-classman hotties, I even worked in a freaking bagel shop with another friend. I accidentally exposed my boobs to a friend's grandpa after swimming across a pond at full speed for fear of the snakes that I just knew were chasing me. (Who would have dreamed that the force of the water would actually pull my bikini top down?) We studied together, goofed off together, eventually all succeeded together.
And now, we all live in different towns and manage to still be big parts of each others' lives. That's special. And that is why I'm throwing myself at the mercy of the alligators...it's totally worth it to have a weekend with my buds.