Earlier this week, my dear friend, Nicolette, let me know she’d be in town and asked if I was free. I wasn’t free but here’s the thing: Nicolette was and has always been one of my favorites. We met while at UT (hook ’em!)–we still don’t know how or where–and well, it had been a few years since I last saw her.

So duh. I cancelled my plans. And well, YES. We ate bowls of queso. Margaritas got involved. We reminisced about that boat party where we performed a choreographed dance to Bootylicious and then jumped in the lake fully clothed. We compared notes on how to be a grown up. Talked love, work, family. And we laughed. A lot.