the night we were eighty.
this story begins last year when one of my best friends left me.
there was a good reason of course. she left to go to graduate school in scotland. i guess thats a thing.
anyway, she just recently finished (yay!) and headed back to the good old u.s. of a. the day after she arrived i got a call from her at 8 in the morning, as i was busy being late for work. her news? we were going to see tony bennett at ravinia that friday night.
i forgot how much i laugh with these two.
relaxing. in need of a pedicure.