Friends, Fajitas and Margaritas

Last night I had dinner at Margaritas in Waltham with two girlfriends, T and K. I hadn't seen T in so very long and she is expecting. She's all belly which is how I hope to be when/if I am ever with child. Dinner was really good and I had an unusually big appetite, its 9am and I can still feel the food in my stomach (I don't really like this feeling, cause I feel like I should skip breakfast and I love breakfast). Anyway, dinner was really good and worth the calories. So topic of conversation, of course, men. Inevitably I spent my fair share of time discussing B2 and why he was never good for me to begin with, etc, etc. I can't wait until I am past this stage and I no longer need to discuss, rehash, and reassure myself about B2. He wasn't good for me and that's it, no need to analyze further (rational side), but my emotional side wants to cover/uncover ever last detail. OK, so back to dinner, it was superb, girl talk was good, we had fried ice cream for dessert and I drove all the way home listening to Britney Spears (yeah, that's right, I like her and I don't give a fuck, if it makes you feel better I listened to Alicia Keys on the way there). So speaking of expecting....I still have that funny feeling in my belly...I hope its just my nerves.