Proof of GNO.
Extra! Extra! The photos have come in from Susie's super-skinny new camera!
So to recap, (for those of you who don't read my blog religiously... shame on you) some of the ladies from school and I met up last week for a lot of pasta at Maggiano's. It was probably the most intense Girl's Night Outing I've ever experienced. I felt us aging. It was disgusting.
You know how sometimes when you're riding on the metro and generally annoyed with the world already, and a group of girls gets on (about mid-twenties, thirtyish...) and acts annoying and thinks they're funny and young and cool and everyone else on the metro gives each other this look, like I won't tell if you want to Rambo the shizz out of them.
We were those girls, only instead of a 15 minute metro ride, it was a two hour dinner at a respectable restaurant. Too bad for the other patrons. I would hate us if I didn't know us (and if we weren't so awesome). :)
So to recap, (for those of you who don't read my blog religiously... shame on you) some of the ladies from school and I met up last week for a lot of pasta at Maggiano's. It was probably the most intense Girl's Night Outing I've ever experienced. I felt us aging. It was disgusting.
You know how sometimes when you're riding on the metro and generally annoyed with the world already, and a group of girls gets on (about mid-twenties, thirtyish...) and acts annoying and thinks they're funny and young and cool and everyone else on the metro gives each other this look, like I won't tell if you want to Rambo the shizz out of them.
We were those girls, only instead of a 15 minute metro ride, it was a two hour dinner at a respectable restaurant. Too bad for the other patrons. I would hate us if I didn't know us (and if we weren't so awesome). :)
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