georgia on my mind and my flight itinerary.

going back to georgia doesn’t happen as often as it should. i can usually sneak in at least one trip a year, two if i’m lucky, depending on how much of the year is dedicated to commitments in randard places that i can hardly locate on a map.

georgia is the land i love and the state i never should have left. it’s pretty much perfect.

[well, aside from that little mishap known as atlanta. don’t get me wrong; it’s a fantastic little town. it’s just that it’s a total engineering disaster. like city planners never thought more than 3 people would ever be driving down the road - any road - at any given time.]

soon enough, this fine state will bear witness to the trifecta of all collisions.

because i get to see these 3 people . . . . . . and some others.

the last time all 4 of us were together was the georgia-florida game 2009. as seen above. georgia-florida defines debauchery. and i may or may not have done keg stands in that dress. (hint: i did)

[L-to-R: catherine who i know through the other 2 but who i wish i’d known forever because she is just.that.cool. … then me … then kristen, who moved here from charleston, rearranged my life and my social schedule, and then moved away leaving me a little broken hearted … and then there’s corbin who is my pledge sister and college roommate who taught me how to have 5:00am dance parties, nightly, while also making straight A’s … i owe her a lot.

this upcoming rendezvous serves a different, but equally as dangerous, purpose . . .

it’s the truth. kristen is tying it up. and hearts will splinter coast to coast.

but the southern trip won’t end with bachelorette ruckus.

no, no.

THEN i get to see this one. and she is one of my favorites.

this sequin dress makes her a bit of a rockstar. not that she needs it. she’s a rockstar in her pajamas.

OH, but i also get to see this one . . . and she’s been circulating through my repertoire for many years. also a pledge sister, i like her a lot because she wears funny hats and drinks vodka tonics. and for countless other reasons which are far more tribute worthy.

and we might even make another attempt at amateur hour with stogies . . . although i doubt it because we weren’t very good at it. despite our best efforts to not inhale while also looking cool and sexy. 

and if brooke hadn’t up and left and moved all the way to DENVER, then she would certainly join in the fun, too.

we’ll be sure to skype you from our phones. unless, of course, callie shatters hers on the floor of the havana club.

which we know is likely.