making me proud

On Sunday evening, I went out for a celebratory break-up beverage in honor of my coworker’s recently ended, long-term relationship. Said coworker is unabashedly happy about the split with her ex, as demonstrated by her midday, pre-drinks-with-us date less than forty-eight hours after the initial break-up took place.

And by date, I mean doing it.

One more reason I love my friends.