This night is mine. It’s only you (and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you) and I. Tomorrow is closer than I’d like it to be, but this night will last until next month. (Maybe not. This night will last until next week, and then I’ll look forward to our next Girl’s Night Out.)
This night I am happy. This night I feel love. This night I have sisterhood. This night I have kindness, and understanding, and laughter.
This night we waited entirely too long for food that wasn’t that great at a place whose door we’ll never darken again, but we did it together and though my wallet is lighter, my heart is fuller.
This night I learned I am not alone, in more ways than I ever knew.
(This Night is brought to you by Track 4 of the CD playing in my car, An Innocent Man by Billy Joel. And all my girls.)