Girls Night Out

Occasionally I find myself with a free evening without kids, work, school, or other obligations. It’s at this chance that I love to get a couple of my girlfriends together to have a night out. Now, some of my friends are not 21 yet so we can’t barhop, but that’s okay. Instead we go do the next best thing. That would be eating at Brother’s and then going for coffee next door at Hardens. It was a fantastic night.

First I got my car back from the shop. YAY! It was leaking gasoline and I had to replace the entire fuel system. It has to go back one day next week for some frame work, but overall it’s good as new, thank God! I’m so excited. Never underestimate the blessing of having your car and being able to drive it whenever you need. After that the girls and I met up on the square and drove to the next town over which is Campbellsville. Of course the laughter and jokes began immediately. Maranda was the first to say something oddly hilarious, but true. She said as she was thinking about us going out she realized all of us were really busty and brunettes, so she named our trio the busty brunettes. Now, I will never actually go by that, but it was hilarious at the time. Somehow we got on the topic of hipsters and the type of hipsters that we know, some of who go to church with us. There are the artsy ones who will admit to being hipsters, as is evident by their choice in pants. Seriously, this is the only guy I’ve ever seen to pull of patterned/argyle pants. Then there are the I’m not hipster hipsters. The ones who are in denial. We decided I am not a hipster (thank goodness), Maranda is an artsy hipster who can pull it off, and Ariana just does what she wants. She was wearing Eiffel Tower earrings, but only because they were a gift and she didn’t want her bottom hole to close up. She followed this by saying she “doesn’t even like France” which had us all rolling in our seats.

We all go to church in C-ville, but a new coffee shop also opened on Thursday (it’s some of our church friends shop) and we decided we go have coffee. However we passed by Brother’s first which is an amazing barbecue place. Seriously, probably the best you’ll ever have. You need to go. So we go to Brothers, order an appetizer of nachos, because who eats a salad on Girls Night? haha They were delicious. Then we ordered food. During the meal Maranda mentioned it would be funny if someone knocked over their drink because the table tops are uneven. It’s the style of table they have. Probably 10 minutes later Maranda (talking with her hands) knocks her drink in her lap and we all laugh so loud that the entire restaurant gets quite and looks and us and Maranda is just standing there awkwardly. We love her. So we clean up the mess, pay, and leave. So then we walk over to Hardens Coffee and order some AMAZING lattes. Our night then got crashed by Ariana’s brother and his roommate. I was only mildly annoyed, but only because Conner and I don’t always get along. But they made the night a little more fun before we parted way.

It was getting late at this point so we called it a night before I dropped the girls off at their cars and came home myself, very tired even though I drank a latte and a cappuccino at 9pm. But it was fun, and I had a really great time. I can’t wait to do it again!

Sometimes the best medicine is to go out with some friends and just have a good time. Laugh, drink too much coffee, be loud, and have fun.

About Christina

Hi! My name is Christina. I'm a mom to an amazing little boy and a sweet little girl, Wife, Christian, writer, avid reader, and Librarian. I'm very passionate about life and I hope that my posts may help someone out there who needs a little pick me up or some reassurance.
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