Subway Sunday

Every Sunday, you can count on my crew rolling out to Subway for lunch. Valentine, the Subway sandwich specialist, knows all of our orders by heart. It's a time for us to divulge all the dirty details of our weekend (or sometimes entire week). What is said at Subway, stays at Subway. We don't judge, just listen and laugh.

It's one big spill session. The topics of conversation are not appropriate for Subway and definitely not appropriate for the internet. I'll let your imagination take it from here.

Some of us show up in our Church attire, some in our pj's, and the best one's show up in their shacker clothes. Stacey usually starts the circle and finishes it (She loves being the boss). Each person takes a turn and shares what the weekend unfolded.

This one meal, once a week, means the world to me. When I graduate I won't miss the drama, the crazy test weeks, or the hangovers. I'll miss Subway Sunday, the dance parties that break-out among my friends at any given moment, drown nights at dirty's, and having my friends at my side all freaking day, because they are the only one's that truly understand that my life is simply a series of awkward moments waiting to erupt.

I have the best friends in the entire world. We would brag on each other all day if we had the time. We don't have the time though, because we are too busy keeping up with everyone's crazy lives. They are superhero's and I'm pretty sure we could conquer the world if we made it our goal. But that's not our goal at all. Our singular goal is to have a good time ALL the time. As long as I wake up tomorrow and know I have them beside me, I know I can get through absolutely anything.

There are people in this world that will go their entire lives without finding friends like the one's that I have. To those loners, I wish them the best luck at life, because I don't know how they get through it honestly. What I do know is that every day I take a step back and remember: "Damn, I got it good."

Until next time...