LETTING LOOSE

Friday night we went to dinner with Loveless #2 and his Lady Loveless. Now, I can't reveal our conversation in complete detail. . . .as Ryan would probably try to lock me in a completely unventilated room and communicate, but I can say this--let's all let loose more often. Isn't it great when you feel completely comfortable around friends? I'm not exactly sure when or how it happens, but in every long-term and meaningful friendship, you get to a certain point where it's okay to just be yourself. Lots of "for examples". . .I can say 'damn' and 'hell' around Krista and she doesn't even flinch; I can ask Jeff stupid sports questions and he doesn't think I'm a dumb girl (or maybe he does. . .but he never says it to my face); I can do my special leg in the air trick with French subtitles around Kimmy and Mary Alice without any qualms; the girls at work are fine when I'm silent and don't want to talk; Jared J. and I fight openly and we're still friends; L #2 can talk about his TP preferences and give testing examples at the dinner table; Calli and I find ourselves completing one another's sentences; I can sense the kindredspiritness (a new word) of Melis, whose spirit is always near the Grandview; Laura and I enjoy singing made up songs and leaving them on Kimmy's voicemail; L #1 licks his bowl when he's over for dinner; Kirsti and I secretly eat patty melts at Stan's every Valentine's Eve; Stephen's "best buns in town" are up for conversation anytime; and the list could go on and on. I've decided that I need to let loose more often and let go of my inhibitions (well, maybe not all of them). . .but I think we all could stand to be a bit more genuine, a little more sincere, and a lot more REAL. It's liberating!