I’m part of the generation that grew up on Friends. And to this day I still love to watch reruns on TBS. It just never gets old.
And then Tracey came to visit in July and got me hooked on How I Met Your Mother. I caught a couple episodes she was watching on Netflix and thought it was funny. Next thing I knew, she was gone and I couldn’t start from the beginning of the series fast enough. (And now I have Amy hooked too!)
But I really love these shows. There’s a certain level of comfort that you can’t help but relate back to your own group of friends or past groups of friends or groups of friends you hope to someday have. And they’re funny. And not in that super stupid or gross funny, like legitimately funny.
And when you can enjoy them with your friends, over a bottle of wine, while all sitting around in your pajamas, it’s even better. And if you ever had any worry if you’d keep in touch with these people after you move away, it’s moments like these that should remind you it’s real, pure friendships.
And when you spend your evening telling stories, ranting and reflecting; and when the bottle and glasses are empty, you say goodnight, give a hug and say “I’ll see you soon!”