Tuesday, May 08, 2012

call me maybe

 On the eve of our four year college graduation, I got to reunite with my three other halves on the East coast of Florida for one whirlwind weekend. When we are together, something magical happens. I always struggle to find the words to describe just how wonderful it is to be in the presence of these three incredible women {I attempted to here after our last roommate reunion}... but let's just say, there were unicorns among us. 
 When Florida thunderstorms threatened to rain on our party... we took our baby monitor and case of beer to the hot tub below our patio and endured the cold showers in the heat of the hot tub... getting lost in conversation for hours as the rain continued to pour down... We talked about motherhood, being a fiance, the struggles of grad school + the dating game. More dark clouds rolled in and we talked about seven day sex challenges, slowing metabolisms, sugaring + afternoons at the dog park. Thunder boomed in the near distance and we shared our deepest secrets and biggest fears. We laughed. We cried. But most importantly, we had dance parties that could have left a scar... if we weren't stone sober...
 There is a reason why our significant others {past + present} fear when the four of us get together. It always leads to trouble... We end up in Panama City Beach for spring break with a hockey team... or in matching t-shirts at the stage production of RENT! 2.5 hours from our college town... or driving to Pleasure Island for a night of spinning on revolving dance floors... or in this case, remaking this video... 

call me maybe from Jocelyn Kirk on Vimeo.
If I were ever stranded on an island, Carly, Jess + Megan are the three necessities I would take. We may wither away in the immense heat somewhere off the map but damn it, we'd die laughing, dancing and happy. 

1 comment:

Marianne said...

hahahaha that video is so awesome-- you girls definitely give the original video a run for its money. Glad you have such a great group of girlfriends.