In June 2010, I flew to Louisville to visit my best friend, who had moved back home a few months prior. I really missed her and the time we spent together when she lived in Sydney and I was really looking forward to recreating that.
She had started dating this guy almost as soon as she moved home, so she wanted to spend a lot of time with him, regardless of whether I was coming or not. I was kinda bummed - I wanted to spend time with my bestie. Didn't she miss me? I got my wish though, we spent a couple of days at the lake just me and her (and some other friends).
After the whirlwind weekend at the lake, she wanted to go out to dinner with her man. Understandably, she wasn't going to leave me, so her man brought his best friend along. We were all going to a Cincinnati reds baseball game the next night, so I guess they thought it would be a good idea for us to meet beforehand.
We went to outback steakhouse. Yeah, I know.
The other guy was a comedian. Or at least, that's what he thought. He was cracking jokes left and right and making everyone laugh, and completely taking the piss out of me every chance he got.
I wasn't a huge fan of him.
The next day, we got all prettied up and headed to the baseball game with the guys.
We ate at some pub beforehand and I thought - hey, that guy isn't so bad.
I can't really narrate the rest of the night - lots of beers and good times. On the drive back to KY, we kissed. Because apparently we were 15 or something.
I can narrate the rest of the night - but I won't. Wink.
We spent the next couple of days together and then Megan and 2 of her childhood friends and I went to the CMA fest. These girls were pretty awesome and I really liked them.
While we were there, I kept thinking about that boy. I wanted to party it up (and I did) but he kept popping up in my head.
That is not soda in that huge cup.
I kinda couldn't wait to get back, but it was awkward when I did. Finally I told him I'd missed him and he said he'd missed me too, but figured I'd forgotten about him. We spent two more days together and then it was time for me to go home.
Megan and that boy came to the airport with me and I bawled. I did not want to leave. I didn't want to leave my best friend. I missed her already. I told myself it was 100% about my best friend - I was not crying about the boy, because that would be weird.
The flight home was pretty miserable.. When I arrived in Sydney, I had several facebook messages from that boy. I stopped listening to my head and started listening to my heart.
When I got home, my boss (and everyone else at work) asked how Megan was, they missed her too. How was the trip, they asked? I smiled a smile both happy and sad and responded 'I met a boy'. Because apparently the whole 15 thing again.
Then I married him, and those girls were my bridesmaids... and we got 3 cats. Hopefully you know that part.
Sometimes I cannot believe I have only known KC for 5 years. I have jeans older than that. I feel like I've known him - and been married to him - way longer than I actually have. Sounds cliche, but it's true. He's my favourite. I wouldn't move across the world for anyone else.
Here's to the next 5 years... and of course, the rest of our lives. and to my girlfriends, because I love them too.