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best weekend ever.


one of my ideas of "the best weekend ever" is a weekend spent with my bestest bud at home with mild winter temps. cant ask for much more than that when its the end of january in the northeast. (obvs those that know me know that itd really be the best if it was a crazy warm summer day, but its winter so mild is the best i can get)

this past weekend was amazing for all of the simple reasons. sus and i got to spend a few days going out to lunch, cooking dinners, hitting the gym, grabbing mani/pedis and coffee together and squeezing in a movie date.

being home this past weekend was super relaxing. i slept well, exercised a lot and ate great food. there were so many moments when i was laughing so hard it hurt. thats the sign of a truly great time. nothing really beats a slumber party for a few days with one of your favorite people.

i left lancaster a bit more relaxed and with a few additional inside jokes with the coolest woman i know.

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