That Wonderful Amazing Weekend My Best Friend Was Here. Oh, and Beyonce.

My sister from another mister, my spirit animal, my ride or die confidant, the Alex to my Piper, the only woman on this planet who truly gets me 100%, my Mary Anne came to stay with me for the weekend.

And it was amazing.

We overindulged, we made complete asses of ourselves, we couldn't finish games or drinks, or hell, even sentences, because we were laughing so hard, and the best part? Not a single fuck was given. We were too happy to be together. It's been entirely too long since an ABC+MA reunion happened.

There were massages.

And a glam dress up sesh with our own personal fauxtog.

Oh, and floor tickets to Beyonce. No big deal.

In all honesty, as amazing as all that was, the absolute best part was having my girl in my house, spending time with her. Catching up on our lives, talking boys and boobs and babies. Whether we were making terrible decisions at 1am while laying in the luxurious grass, or covered in blankets with the air on blast while eating thin crackers and fancy cheese and watching Orange is the New Black, or dancing our asses off at one of the best concerts we've ever been to, we were laughing and happy, and it was perfect.