Strangers are friends you haven't met yet

This carton of fresh eggs, straight from the farm, is the culmination of a really fabulous friend-filled weekend, and the amazing gifts they bestow!

Was it three days ago or four I had written the day our good friend from Brooklyn came in, and on the same day, our friend from Venice Beach cruised on into town for work and play. We got to spend every day (and seemingly every hour, as the first night went until 1 or 2am and then next night was 3am and then started again the next morning) just HANGING OUT with these friends we love. And then we got to meet, or hang with, their extended friend base--all of whom turned out to be really, really, really fun and easy and clever and creative and smart. At one point, this friend of a friend (who now feels like my friend, too) showed up at our house for the third time in as many days and half-jokingly said, "I feel like I'm in college." We all agreed, we hadn't had a multi-day hang like this in YEARS. In fact, the last time was probably those days in college, dorm room to dorm room, and then over to the cafeteria to make yourself some waffles or tacos or mix all the sugar cereals together. This was like that. Except we had a better view, and better food to keep our munchies fulfilled. Gads, it was good.

So, the gift of good friends is the first thing I'd like to be thankful for here (and a big ole thanks to the universe for having the goodness to put me together with RK, the love of my life, who is a hoster, a hanger, and absolutely the best person to end the night with) and then the physical gifts they come bearing: the beautiful candle from Bliss, the pound of coffee beans from Cranberrys, the new Amy Sedaris entertaining book (A-MAZE-ING!) and the fresh-outta-the-chicken-eggs, above.

Thank you, my friends.