I spent my Saturday night with one of the most wonderful boys I know, and it was the most spectacular night I've had in a while (despite not actually doing anything that would seem blatantly spectacular). We played chess, did laundry, drank orange juice, danced in the kitchen, played backgammon, turned over the laundry, went to Turtle Jack's for a skor brownie (sooo delicious), and then spent the rest of the night hanging out with his parents and some family friends.
However, life is good when you're spending time with your platonic soulmate. This is the boy who wants to perfect a swing dancing move to Queen's "You're My Best Friend", invented the halfsies game, and is the king of life chats. He can bring me back to earth when I'm throwing a pity party with something along the lines of, "You sound like a fat girl on Valentine's Day." And he reminds me to live.
When it comes to friends I'm pretty sure I've struck gold. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I'm glad I came home to catch a reminder that there are some downright amazing people in my life.