Friendships: Best Served along with Great Food

It is a unwritten law that a gathering of friends requires A: great food, and B: damn good drinks. Without meaning to, we get caught up with our personal lives and work, and in turn we tend to put our friendships on the back burner. Sure, we send the occasional text and memes signaling that we are still well and kicking, but there is absolutely nothing like seeing them face to beautiful face, after a long hiatus. Conversations are never flat nor will they ever be boring, they just naturally start to flow, and twenty minutes deep into our show and tell of 'pendejadas' of the last month we start recalling why we are so drawn to these souls, why they are our favorite, the warmth starts to set in once again. You feel whole.

It's such a miracle in itself that these head-strong millennials found each other in this lifetime. It's true what the say, time, with true friends, means nothing. We pick up where we left off, we celebrate, we laugh, and when we do part, we leave feeling a fuller, and not just because Mel made a bomb ass meal, but because we're once again ready to take on the world with our shield of armor. Because, as we all well and know, some times it gets tough, really, almost unbearably tough, but when the side effects of living start to take their toll, it is these souls that will rush to your side and build you back up.

The husbands we were told of countless times by our mamas, tias, and abuelas, we'd have by this age, the unconditional love and support that we were told to seek in a partner. Coincidentally, I found all those qualities in my two best friends. They're not the soul mates I pictured at all when I was younger, and I’m so grateful for that. They're even stronger, funnier and way more bad ass than any partner I could’ve imagined up. 

So on what other people would call an uneventful Wednesday, on the menu we were serving up the best tostadas, topo palomas, and girls talk in all Houston.

Talk soon,

Bree and Mel