Bye Bye Britt

Brittney's visit home has come to an end.

She's been in graduate school in Scotland and is heading back today. 

For her last weekend in the states, Kandi and I drove to Jessica's in LA and Chelsea flew in from San Francisco. 

I could never really explain how great of a time the five of us have when we get together.

To give you an idea, Kandi and I arrive to Jessica's to find that the girls have choreographed a dance for us. 

Chelsea, Brittney and Jessica to Robyn's Call Your Girlfriend

Hysterical.

Then it was champagne, talking and more laughing. The thing is we've been friends since we were 14 years old and when we get together, we only know how to be 14. Which includes rapping to Tupac at least once during every get together.
{Everytime Changes by Tupac came on at a party in High School - we would stop what we were doing and rap the whole thing. We then requested this rap at Chelsea's wedding, and then my own and what do you know? Rapped the whole thing in the middle of the dance floor.}

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

2001 Chels in red, then Britt, Kandi and Me. We were too cool in our Arnette sunglasses.

Jessica made reservations at Pancho's in Manhattan Beach. You guys, if you haven't been - GO. Not only was it magical and dreamy inside but the food was to die for. 

This is all actually inside...made to look like the outside.

It was a terrific night with terrific friends. And even though the 405 freeway closed down and we didn't get home until 2 in the morning - I would still do it all over again. Love you ladies!

And P.S. Here's a little snippet of their dance:

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
xo,