The Fiance and I had our first Mutual Friend outing this weekend. It wasn't His Friends or My Friends, for once. It was Our Friends. And a slew of new ones.
Whoa. Who knew?
And, oh my God, was it funny. We spent the weekend laughing, hysterically. Tears and everything. Yesterday, my mouth ached. We all complained of sore cheeks and throats, likely from straining to laugh through a previous laughing fit.
These people, these Mutual Friends, could very well be the funniest group of people I've ever encountered. We spent Saturday and Sunday at a cabin on Lake Buffalo to celebrate a birthday. It mostly poured the entire time, but in between downpours the group of us - six couples and a hoot of a guy we call "Beaver" - regaled stories about college, childhood, bachelor parties and Vagina Flaps, while cooped up inside the cabin's back porch.
Also, we coined phrases and words such as Vagina Flaps and The Hump, while never tiring of our favorite Orbit Gum commercial - "What the French, toast?"
Ah, I laugh. And yes, I realize you are not laughing. The weekend was entirely a Had To Be There moment. You totally had to be there.
Beer was consumed, margaritas were mixed, meat was grilled, a campfire was burned, the pontoon boat was, uh, pontooned? And we laughed.
It was exactly the kind of weekend I needed. I realize a group of 25- to 32-year-old adults who giggle at the word "hump" may not seem very grown up, but for the first time in a while, I felt like an adult. I felt The Fiance and I had made our first connection with a group of people as a couple, considering our individual friends mostly consists of about 30 people who don't know each other from Adam. It's nice to have this common ground.
And with that, I will leave you with the best story I heard all weekend - the first time three-year-old Erin (the daughter of our friends. Also known as The Cutest Child I've Ever Seen) used, drumroll, please, the Eff Word.
Erin, in response to a command she, apparently, did not wish to obey:
"This is so stupid."
(Throws hands up)
"Fu-k it," she says quietly, accepting defeat.