It's the little things in life....

After my ranting yesterday, I realized it's the little things in life that matter. Well I actually knew that a long time ago, but it became more apparent today. I think I had one of the best nights tonight, that didn't involve going out or getting all dressed up. Who knew being sweaty after the gym could lead into such an amazing adventure?

See, my best friend, Monica, and I have these times when we just want to drive, mainly so we can sing loudly in the car, and dance obnoxiously, and try out our accents. We haven't had a car night in a long time, so tonight was definitely over due. Our night started at the gym, where we probably sweat more out of our bodies than a whale shoots water out of his spout, but it was well needed. We then, for some reason unknown to us, drove to a specialty store down near Dana Point/San Clemente area, then drove back home on PCH, and took the scenic route home. It sounds weird but it was a good date. LOL. We call it that, because it really is like we are married, so why not. Car rides have become some of my favorite memories, whether it is stuck on the freeway dancing, center console cartending, backseat bartending, or caraoke, its always fun.

I think that is what I would miss most if I moved to Vegas. Its not the getting dressed up going out to the bars, its the random times when you call up a friend and meet them for lunch. When you're bored at home so you and your roommate go driving just to sing loudly and dance weirdly. I could live with missing out on a few key nights when everyone is going out, but what I would be most jealous of are the friends who can call each other up and just meet for lunch because they are bored, or someone to go shopping with. If I move, its like I'm breaking up with my best friend, as Monica put it tonight. It's not like our friendship would end, but we wouldn't be at each others disposal like we are now. Who else am I going to cry to when someone decides they don't want to date me right as I walk in the door? Who do I yell across the house to when something funny is on the television? Who do I have to go to the grocery store with? It's not like I'm moving with my husband, I'd be going alone. Starting over alone. Part of it is really appealing. Being in a house rent free, working, going to school, starting fresh. But what happens when its midnight, there's nothing good on tv, all my homework is done, and I'm in the mood for the "drive" night??? I don't have anyone to go with. I don't have someone to call up and say go to In n Out with me. Or let's go to the gym.

I have a lot of decisions to make coming up. Stay in Cali or move to Vegas? Pick your Major. (which I have, but its not declared). Get a job. Where do I want to work? I'm just praying that whatever choice I make is the right one for me, and I'm hoping that my friendships don't change if I move. I know its hard for them not to change, but that's what I fear most. What happens when I come home for a weekend? Are my friends going to be too busy to see me? Or is it going to be "we'll try to get together", or "maybe next time for sure".

So if you have any advice on what I should do, just go for the move, or stay, I'd love to hear. I'm probably going to end up posting a pro's and con's list for moving, so we'll have to wait and see. Good night world. I'll see you tomorrow.