Friday night. It's the reason why we slog through five days of stress, why we get ourselves out of bed at a ridiculously early hour, why we don't even mind (that much) when we get pile after pile of have-to-do-now assignments. For me, nothing kicks off a Friday night quite like a mani/pedi from Bliss, followed by a torrent of texting (obviously, after the polish dries!) to find out who's going where, and who they're bringing with them. And, whether it's a raging party or an intimate dinner with friends, I'll always follow the action.
Love You People,
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