We ate. We drank. We danced.
We ate too little. We drank too much. We kept dancing, even when the music stopped.
We are pretty sure we didn’t drunk dial, text, or email.
We each did something stupid every night, most of which we remembered. We giggled like teenagers. We kissed our dance partners goodnight and laughed at ourselves for acting like teenagers.
We laughed until our sides ached at the hilarious photos we took of our dance party behavior.
We draped our arms around each other’s shoulders and laughed as we walked to hail a cab on our last night together.
We were so sad to say goodbye after three days.
How quiet and empty my apartment feels tonight.
How I have missed these girls. How I have missed being one of the girls.