when coffee shops are the new bars

My Friday night this past Friday was pretty rockin'. (In case you were wondering, but of course you were wondering.)

Want to know what went down? I'll start at the very beginning. 

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No, that's too long. Here are the Cliff Notes: when my best upper crust friend came into town to study anatomy with me, she introduced us to the game Dutch Blitz. We played it a lot. She left and our friends bought it and we played a lot. Friday night came around, and Freddie and I gave each other the look.

You know the one. Wink wink. Noooo, not that look. Gross, but the look of Are we going to go buy our own set of Dutch Blitz and play it all night tonight? Did we just become best friends?! Once that look had been exchanged we bought Dutch Blitz, drove to the nearest coffee shop that was still open, and played the game just the to two of us until the barista man closed up shop at nine o'clock. 

DID YOU JUST HEAR HOW CRAZY MY FRIDAY NIGHT WAS?!

I failed at getting a picture of said craziness so enjoy this picture of Lupe trying to steal Freddie's toothpick.

As I was sipping on my caramel latte (because apparently I drink coffee now? But that's a story for another time) and sitting across from my hubster (can we bring back that hubby nickname? pls? it's just the right amount of ridiculous), I realized that this is what life slash marriage is all about. This right there. Realizing that coffee shops and card games are almost more fun than bars and not card games (i.e. glasses of vino while ruining your eardrums with the atrocious level of bar music volume).

sidebar (hehe bar, get it?): the past few times we have done the Friday night bar night route, I've just become annoyed because like, Bars! Come on. Maybe I want to be able to hear the person sitting two inches from my face when he/she talks to me! Okay?! I don't enjoy losing my voice faster than a couple of basic teenagers at a Fallout Boy concert (because apparently they are making a comeback just like the word hubster will be making a comeback). 

sidebar sidebar: speaking of screaming, we went to a free Twenty One Pilots concert on Saturday, and that was interesting. Lots of face masks and scarves over heads all while playing music, singing, and doing backflips off of the piano. I did not get the memo to wear a crop top/no bra to said free concert, so I need a do-over. But anyways, back to my bra wearing, not boring Friday night.

Choose life people. And by that I mean choose to live your life by picking coffee shops and card games sometimes/all the time on Friday nights.

Other pretty rockin' things going on right now:

- I take my Pilates test out next Thursday. Insert the word terrifying instead of rockin'. Insert vomit.  

- Instagram still hasn't changed yet which means the world is still spinning.

- The Final Four is happening in Houston and all I know is that if Villanova wins then Freddie wins some dolla dolla bills so Go Villanova! or whatever people say. 

- Did I mention that I my Pilates test out weekend starts in less than two weeks?

- Time to go practice flexing my glenohumeral joint by using my bicep, anterior deltoid, coracobrachialis, and pectoralis major.

-Bam.