I didn’t want to go out. Definitely didn’t want to drink much. I wanted to get to bed at a reasonable hour and feel alive on Sunday for our early morning IKEA trip (more on that later).

But we had committed to plans, and I didn’t want to back out. So we met the boyf’s best friend (and his parents, and younger brother) at a bar in Back Bay. We ended up having a few drinks. Great company, great conversation. When it was time for them to make their way to dinner, the boyf and I stayed put at the bar to finish our drinks.

It was just a few minutes later when (out of no where) a big, bearded guy pushed his way through the bar crowd, right into my personal space. It took a second for me to realize that the boyf was to my right, and no, I did not expect any company towards my left. I turned around to see one of my absolute best friends from college, with a big, huge shit eating grin on his face.

I just about cried I was so flipping excited.

It’s nights like Saturday that make me wish I went out more. I ended up having such an incredible night. The boyf and I hung out at the bar with Tyler for an hour or so before making our way home. We invited my old roommate and her boyfriend over for an old school house party (for four).

We drank beers and champagne and sat on the living room floor playing college drinking games until (some of us) couldn’t drink anymore.

What’d you all do this weekend? Any surprise visits?