One of my best friends in the whole world just graduated from the Culinary Institute of America and is back home (where I am) for a while before she moves to NYC. That means that she (Jackie), another one of our best friends (Rikki), and I are in the same place for only the second time since we graduated high school and went our separate ways. (I posted about the first time here.) The three of us have been best friends since the 7th grade, so even when it's been years since we've seen eachother, we always pick right back up where we left off.
Yesterday we had the kind of adventure that makes me long for the days when the three of us could hang out everyday. After hitting the gym, we decided to meet up at the beach for some fishing. By the time we got there the wind had picked up, and fishing seemed like a terrible idea, but our stubborn-selves went anyway. We cracked open some beers, cast out our lines, and waited. Well, it wasn't long before a seagull spotted my lonely shrimp floating in the water and decided to snag it up. Yes, I caught a seagull. I panicked. I had never done anything like that before and didn't know what I was going to do to get it off the line. Thank god for Rikki. Rikki is an only child to a super adventurous hunting, fishing, and surfing father. If you know Rikki, you know that she was the little boy he never had. She took the line from me and told me to go grab her shirt. A throng of seagulls hovered around her waiting for a chance to get a bite of her shrimp while she was distracted. Texas seagulls are vicious. It looked like a scene from The Birds. Anyway, she set that bird free in no time, which I was stoked about, because honestly I probably would have just cut the line.
Here's what we kept the baby in. I can't believe we pulled it off.
It was perfect, and I made it a point to appreciate every second of it. As cool as it is to move around and see new places, it SUCKS not having my best friends to share life with.