Sharing is caring
Yesterday afternoon I up and decided that instead of just dropping off the skirt that Rachel was borrowing, I would see if she could have dinner, too. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier. Brandon had an exam at 6, and I knew he probably wouldn’t be done before 8, so it only made sense for me to eat with Rachel on my way home from physical therapy instead of picking something up and then going home and eating it by myself.
A word about the skirt Rachel’s borrowing: I LOVE lending things to people. Especially things that I myself love very much. This is most apparent in my love for lending my favorite books: I want my friends to enjoy all my favorite books as much as I have, as well as wanting them to know the part of me that loves that book. I find that as people read (and love) books that I’ve read and loved, they know me a little better. And I am always seeking for my favorite people to know me a little better.
I don’t think I’d thought about this, but it turns out it’s the same way with clothes. I was SO excited for Rachel to borrow something of mine. I wanted to be able to share the part of me that just LOVES that white skirt (the one she borrowed…it’s white cotton, below the knee, sort of fitted at the top but flared about halfway down, sewn together in panels – gores? – that start out narrow and then flare out) with Rachel. The best part was that she also borrowed one of my favorite tops – black strapless, with a lace overlay and a ribbon that went under the bust and tied in a little bow – and one of my favorite necklaces (chunky green beads of various sizes). It’s a SUPER cute outfit on her, and it just made me so happy to be able to let her wear it (instead of buying a whole new outfit for the rehearsal dinner she has to go to).
Anyway, Rachel came over on Monday to try on all of my dressy clothes, and decided on the white-skirt/black-top combo, but I happened to be WEARING the white skirt to work that day (I changed into sweatpants while she was trying things on, never fear – I was not pantsless for my entire lunch break!), so I had to bring it to her yesterday. The plan was for me to drop it off at her house on my way home from physical therapy, ‘cause my route went very near her street, but then I realized that we should have dinner, and we decided to meet at Zaxby’s.
Now, Rachel had never been to Zaxby’s. I was excited – yet another chance for me to share something I love with a friend! Y’all, I REALLY love Zaxby’s. I don’t crave it too often, just ‘cause it’s SO heavy and I feel full for about five days after I eat there, but I LOVE it. The closest one is over by Rachel, and it’s not a shopping center we go to very often, so we just…don’t get a lot of Zaxby’s. But like I said…I LOVE it. I always order the Big Zax Snack, which is a piece of Texas toast, three chicken fingers, and some fries. Their honey mustard is awesome, too, so I usually dip the chicken fingers AND the fries in the honey mustard. And if I don’t get a drink, which I don’t often do these days (yay for my Nalgene!), it’s not expensive at all - $4.32 total for an incredibly filling meal.
Rachel got the Zaxby’s club, and enjoyed it greatly. I was so excited to have been able to share THAT with her too! I may have been TOO excited, actually, ‘cause I was just a wee bit punchy. We both got a great deal of amusement in my telling the story of making a fool of myself the week before at physical therapy (it involved jumping on and off of a stool, which apparently I am incapable of doing without a little sort of kick and flap of my arms…I believe “butterfly princess†were the exact words used to describe it), and then in my sort of dancing along to “Hey Ya†by Outkast (I did a little head-jerk at certain points, to emphasize various lyrics in this incredibly deep and poetic song).
It was just a lot of fun. I did manage to remember to give her the skirt (I kept imagining myself forgetting it and having to drive all the way back home and all the way back out to give it to her, since she’s leaving town tomorrow and has to work right up until when she’s leaving), which was kind of a victory for me, since I’m not great at staying on top of those kinds of things. I even managed to get home in time to watch American Idol, which: Jordin = awesome, Blake = not quite so awesome, and the winning ‘original song’ = sounding exactly like “How Great Is Our God,†by Chris Tomlin. And then Brandon came home, the mighty conqueror of the daunting Hebrews-Revelation exam, and I presented him with a celebratory cinnamon roll purchased from Fresh Market.
All in all, it was a very good evening. And tomorrow, I have the day off, ‘cause I’ll be working most of Saturday, helping with graduation. I have a huge list of house-projects I want to do tomorrow, and I’m trying to be excited about completing them but not to the point that I’ll beat myself up if I don’t get them done. And we’ll probably go out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate the end of the semester and of most of Brandon’s seminary work, and then Pirates of the Caribbean 3 comes out on Friday, and we’re thinking of going to see that, and then graduation (and maybe riding?) on Saturday, and then life group cookout on Sunday, and then Monday is Memorial Day! All in all, a good next few days coming up for the Cozart household!