Brothers

I'm in serious need of a night out (or in) with my boys. 

Halo, Jelly beans, and Nesquik chocolate milk. No drama, no questions, no problems, just me and my two best friends killing aliens, or a late night drive up to the rodeo grounds to do doughnuts and sneak up on people making out in their cars. I need an intense game of apples to apples, or a laugh till you cry conversation. I want a night to just be relaxed, sweat pants, messy hair and all.

 I want to smile actually because I want to smile, not just because someone expects me to. 

I want a "No girls allowed" night, just me and the guys, because as Raymond puts it, 

"Jerusha doesn't count as a girl.." 

I need a night where I can pride myself with that statement and not try to be perfect, not be afraid to be the tomboy with witty remarks. I can do that with them. They are my most loyal friends, they are my best friends, they are my brothers. They don't judge, and even though they are dumber then bricks sometimes they've never hurt me. 

They've stood by me on even some of my most stupid decisions, and I've been dragged along to many of theirs. 

Sometimes it's the stupidest decisions that make the best stories.

And memories, ones I think about a lot.

 It's time to make some more I think.