Chillin' like Villains on a Freaking Friday

A dose of chill pill on a Friday night.

For Vanessa and Mark's despedida party a few weeks ago, we had bottomless margaritas and nachos at Agave in Eastwood. We all drove, commuted (walked, flew and whatnot) there from work/school. Bottomless margaritas equated to a bottomless pit of fun, and I couldn't help but think to myself that all Fridays should be that way - fun, long, loud, a bit vague, with some details here and there which none of us might remember in the morning. We're working now (at least most of us are), so we should go out on Fridays the way employed people do, but it doesn't work that way. This Friday for example, I'm broke as hell, and so is Nic and Jear. So we all decided to meet up at my place - cheapest hang out. Chase came over from school, Jear from home and Nic from work. We didn't do anything. We sat, watched some episodes of The Voice, watched a bit of The Royal Tenenbaums, took pictures, ate mallows, Maltesers and Sunshine, and took a video of us dancing Camera Obscura's French Navy and singing American Boy. They went home around 9 - early head out for a Friday night, right?

It's clean and chill fun, but it's fun nonetheless. Some Fridays are meant to be like this. Simple. We have so little time spent chilling like we used to back in college. It's either we meet up for coffee or inuman. Either way, no one ends up chilling. I just realized that it truly isn't about what you spend your friday night doing, but who you spend it with. Cliches are cliches because their true, eh?

It's not a good night to be alone, that's for sure. I'm glad I have equally broke friends to spend chill Friday nights with. I'm glad I have friends, period. (Haha that sounded kinda pathetic.)