Superheroes

Last night was made up of sporadic adventures and spin-offs of the plans that had been made. The people closest to me: AH, JD, and MG made my early birthday celebration the best it could have been. I was chauffeured around  brightly lit San Clemente, back and forth from random location to the next. We split healthy sandwich wraps, overfilled at the self-serve yogurt shop, and froze our tushies off at the park. We idled away our time without a care in the world, maybe driving a little too fast for the wet weather. Nonetheless we felt free. No one said anything about it, but it was in the air. Arm wrestling matches in coffee shops, quick wardrobe changes in the parking lot, and finally going to support a local band at a nearby bar/grill. They were outstanding and although the moshing was a bit distracting and somewhat brutal, a perfect stranger offered his protection. I hid behind his back as he pushed the hurdling bodies out of the way. We danced, we laughed, took as many pictures as we could. It was pure happiness. As we went our separate ways at the end of the night, we knew we'd see each other bright and early. Our morning started at 6:30 a.m. as we sleepily drove to AH's house for a baking palooza. I made the most beautiful blueberry muffins you've ever seen in your life, and AH made Nutella cupcakes that blew minds. We then all unnecessarily made a trip to Trader Joe's for "Canadian Maple Syrup" (It had to be from Canada~ MG's lineage) The clerk laughed at the idea of four girls having to all pack into the car to get one meager bottle of syrup. We laughed. Then it was off to the monthly Breakfast Club Meeting, where the muffins and cupcakes were welcomed with open arms and gobbled down within seconds. That was probably the best part. Pretty much everyone lazing around chatting up about the night before and things to come. We lounged on the couch with strangers and close friends, snapped some pictures, ate, and laughed until we cried (at least I did.) I could never ask for more beautiful friends or a more perfect weekend. This weekend we laughed at danger in the spooky dark park "Every man for himself!!!!", jammed to live music, and spent all but six hours with the people we love. I came home with JD's sweater on, scraggly hair, and a hobo's-worth of belongings. I could change out of her sweater, take off the concert wristband, and fix myself up...but I want to wear this weekend a little longer. :) We're all super superheroes.