It's a girl thing.

Last night I saw Bury the Dead with some of my favorite ladies.

The show was great and I was so proud to see my wonderful acting class on stage. 

You all did so great <3

After seeing the show, we made a few wrong turns and finally one right one into 

Steak n Shakes parking lot. We proceeded to eat our weight in burgers and milkshakes and I have to say, I don't regret it one bit. 

I love going out with girl friends. 

I remember when I lived in Chicago and hung out with mostly boys -aside from my sister- 

and how much I missed having girls to confide in. I would sit in restaurants and watch with envy at the girls having coffee and girl chitter chatter around me.

I vowed that when I finally got to hang out with girls again I wouldn't take it for granted.

After my girly night out, I returned home to engage in another girly activity.

One that I had anxiously been waiting to return to all day.

I returned home to read my Chick-Lit.

Judge me if you must, but I am not ashamed to say it: I LOVE CHICK LIT.

We have a beautiful relationship, Chick-Lit and I.

We just can't get enough of each other.

I bought this book on Wednesday, 

it's 350ish pages,

and I finished it last night.

 Something about the way that everything falls into place at the end of these books gives me hope that life is like that too. 

Not that my life is in shambles, ladies and gents.

Not one bit.

I count my lucky stars.

But I have uncertainties, just as anyone else does,

and it's nice to read happy endings.

I don't care who says that they are unrealistic or shallow.

I may be more jaded than I was two years ago,

but I'm not so jaded that I can't appreciate or believe in a good, happy ending.

Maybe it's a girl thing.

'Til next time...

-C