Anyone that really knows me well has heard me complain about something or another. Yes I admit it, I am a whiner. I think it must have something to do with the birth-order theory. I am the baby of a family of four girls, and I guess I never really outgrew my whininess from childhood.
Since I graduated from Purdue three years ago this month, one of my most common complaints is that I really haven't made any new friends around Brookston. Not that I don't love my HHBL, but sometimes a woman needs a close girl friend to do girly things. I have three sisters and a bunch of close bosom buddies but none that live within a hundred mile radius. Now some of this can be contributed to the fact that I worked third shift for the first two and a half years since I graduated college. Most normal people don't keep these kind of hours and the times that I was awake with the rest of the universe, I was still tired, whiny and crabby. The good news is that I have been on a normal schedule since the beginning of the year.
With a rejuvenated spirit, I have been on the lookout for new friends. Corny, I know. I mean how are you supposed to meet friends after college. You can understand then why I was so excited when we were invited to a campfire at a neighbor's house. This neighbor just happens to be a co-worker of my HHBL who I have gotten to know that last few weeks.
The invitation came with the following warning: It might get crazy because our relatives are here from Tennessee, and they brought moonshine. We were not deterred; so we took our chances!
It was a lovely night for a campfire, and everyone was super friendly. It was nice to get out of the house and meet new people. They even convinced my HHBL to try his first swig of moonshine. No worries, I was just a spectator for this event. To commemorate this first, I even got these lovely pictures of my HHBL and our hostess! And yes, moonshine really does come in a mason jar.
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