Last Saturday Andrea turned 40. [Giggle Giggle. Tee hee.] I, on the other hand, am maintaining my youthful 39-and-9-month glow. Bask in it. Go ahead.

If I were to guess, I’d say we all have an Andrea in our lives. You know, that friend who is that quiet kind of smart that makes you realize that you are always about 6 steps behind. She’s a scientist, she’s a web-designer, she’s a knitter, a dog trainer, and an all around awesome-ologist. She has that enviable combo of smart, talent and unassuming demeanor that keeps you humble. I kind of pretty much like totally adore her.

The original birthday plan was set to go down in the Big Easy for a right proper celebration, but life intervened (as it inevitably will) – and after a quick, covert change of plans, Jodie and I decided the show must go on. So we – along with her sister Stacy – decided to descend upon North Carolina for a grand ol’ 40th birthday surprise.

And so began the extravaganza.

Brian was instrumental in helping us secure a beach-side location just up the road from their house, as well as acting as our airport shuttle and overall logistics man. Plus, he willingly hung out with 4 women over the course of 6 days, which is an award ceremony entirely unto itself. He endured a relentless, estrogen-laden conversation loop including (but not limited to) boobs, babies, parenting, periods, sex, husbands and family drama. Thanks Bri, you definitely earned your merit badge on this one.

As for the rest, well some of that has to be kept confidential (as is written into our by-laws), but I think it was fair to say that we used up all of our words, cashed in all of our drinking points, and laughed in the deep and satisfying way one does when surrounded by great friends.

Happy birthday, Andrea. Here’s to you, our friendship, and the great addition you have made to my life.

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