Girls Night In.

After a wild weekend mingling with young professionals at swanky downtown bars, dancing and sipping vodka sodas (or roofie coladas in some cases), and begging a cab driver to get us home for a fourth meal at the burger joint next door before closing time, sometimes a night in is just what the doctor ordered.

Tonight the four of us sprawled out across our overstuffed red couch, rehashing our weekend, sharing big plastic cups of much needed water, munching on gummies or any chocolate we could scrounge up around the apartment, and we just were. With no agenda (besides the Hills premier in the prime time slot of course) we found ourselves laughing together, making fun of each other, and more often than not, finishing one another's sentences. It was a lazy night. A calm night, one not to be interrupted by phone calls, take home work, or boys, with the exception of Taylor's newly "official" boyfriend Brooks, who swung by with a bouquet of flowers for her, just because. After his visit, I've come to the conclusion that Brooks is one of the smartest guys i've ever met, be-lining for the door once he saw the copious amounts of candy, the ridiculously trashy television shows on our TV, and our overall terrible wardrobe choices that consisted of blouses worn to work paired with mens sweatpants worn- well, who the hell knows where. Maybe Brooks would have stayed, had the fumes from the new "trendy" grey nail polish we were applying not been strong enough to give even the hardest of heads a migraine, regardless, I believe he recognized our need to just be and left as quickly as he came.

As conversation flowed from flowers to future trips, spray tans to summer sun, I found myself appreciating the time on the couch, the effortlessness of the night, and the comfy mens sweatpants I was wearing. Making time for each other is easy to do on the weekends when everyone is down to release some stress, grab a drink (and a dude or two), and head out, but nights like tonight are often far and few between when work happens. When school happens. When life happens. Tonight I found myself enjoying the conversation, the simplicity of the nights events, the company, and the comfort of our own home. And even though we all now have the same nail polish color on our hands, headaches from the fumes and the sugar overload, and no intention of moving from the couch to our own respective beds, tonight was a much needed break. A break from the bright lights, the wild nights, and the craziness that is life.

Don't get me wrong though... this break does not necessarily mean we won't be racing the clock to get to the burger joint next door for a little late night snack in a matter of minutes.