B is for Birthday
Friday night I went to Lotsa Pasta to celebrate Marisa's birthday. That's me, Kris, and Marisa up above, aka my "knitting friends".
Funny thing though, I actually feel uncomfortable saying "knitting friends" because to me, they're just Friends. I've seen these two pretty faithfully about once a week for the past year or so. We lend sympathetic ears, we trade insults aimed at telly shows (Kris, please say you don't watch Bones anymore), drink wine, eat food, and knit merrily.
I was originally looking for people to respark my interest in an old hobby. Instead I found rare and lasting friendship.