A couple of weekends ago was a good friend's birthday. Some of our other friends and I thought it would be fun to surprise him with a scavenger hunt that ended in his hometown (not too far from where we live). The day was a complete success. It was perfect--filled with spontaneity, beautiful weather, friends, family, records spinning, and way too much food (but that's what southern hospitality is, right?).
For me, It was a day of thanksgiving. As almost all of my closest friends were right before me, I was reminded of how lucky and thankful I am for the people in my life. These are the people I cook daily dinners with, have coffee induced late night homework sessions and later, lazy front porch hangs. It astounds me how suddenly I met all these like-minded people in college a few years ago, and how far our friendships have grown in that time.
As we neared the evening's end, a few of our friends, who just formed a band, Massey, played for us, as we built and settled around a campfire. It was a night of stories told through song, which is exactly what they believe their music to be: collected stories, mixed with instruments and vocals, to be passed to others in a song. Here is a video of one of their songs, "Wagon Wheel Waltz," with laughter and s'mores mixed in. I am proud of the musicians and people they are, and was once again reminded of the happiness and contentment that stems from friendships.
