Forever Paisley

With my 29th birthday fast approaching I, once again, found myself stuck in a vortex of transition. My only planned celebration involved a bottle of wine, a long-haired dachshund and takeout. While there were many beautiful things on the horizon to celebrate the present had me exhausted and quite frankly, a bit uninspired.

Leading up to the event I received countless e-mails from friends and family members inquiring about my expected balls-to-the-wall birthday plans. While I would normally jump on the opportunity to fly to a foreign land, get behind the wheel or sport my “slut-pumps” … this year, it just wasn’t going to happen. Or so I thought.

Despite various attempts to ward off all other human beings as I entered my 29th year, Bobbi and Steph just wouldn’t have it. With two weeks to go I opened my inbox to find their flight schedules. It was time to buck up. While these two fine souls had never met, I knew that when they did, sparks were going to fly. Conversations were going to get deep. Epiphanies were in the forecast. Shit was about to get real.

And so it did. Over the mountains and through the dive bars to Mt. Princeton Hot Springs we went. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend amongst two of my craziest, most uninhibited friends to aid me in working through the present, reflecting on the past and celebrating what was to come. Thank you ladies for making the trip. For allowing me to give 28 a proper goodbye. For loving me, in the awkward, beautiful way that you do.

Cherrettie