Now that's a night out!

Hah.

That was fun.

Way more fun than, for example, the date last night. Not that this was a date — just a thinly veiled set-up between myself and one of Lindsay’s friends who I hung out with at a barcrawl a few months ago. The same friend who gawked at my young age. But at least we get along. And both have us have no intention of staying in Boston too much longer… so I’m not feeling suffocated. Just free.

Lindsay & I started with a quick Vintage drink with our colleagues after work. We ended up at the bar at MATCH, where we ordered fancy martinis and talked. (I adore Lindsay.) Then her friend arrived, and finally — hours late — her husband. And the four of us had a blast.

Already I forget what half of the conversations were about. All I can remember is laughter. Laughing all the time. Laughing as we clinked our martini glasses. Laughing as the burgers we ordered turned out to be the size of silver dollars (apparently you’re supposed to order several?). Laughter about robots Matt's building...

Laughter is the greatest thing of all.

It’s just fun to be silly.

(I can’t believe I have to work tomorrow. And celebrate my birthday.)