Somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike driving back to Philly from New York after a BFF date in SoHo, I learned an important lesson about friendship. After a weekend doing the normal things that girlfriends do (coffee, photoshoots, Mexican food, margaritas, creepy dive bars, giggling, hot tubbing, more coffee, spontaneous mini road trips, shopping, "dude, I dare you to chug the rest of that beer," Thai food, sharing a slice of vegan red velvet cake, blaring Beyoncé in the car, philosophical conversation, laughter, talking about boys... normal, right?) I was struck with the realization that girlfriends are a sort of divine gift. I always took them for granted because I didn't want to deal with the drama. In high school and college, all of my friends were dudes. I had one girl friend. I ended up punching her in the face as hard as I could. Not a moment that I'm proud of but do you get it now? It wasn't until I was much, much older that I started making girlfriends. I'm glad that I waited because I've got some fantastic ones. Deb is one such fantastic girlfriend. Not to go all stereotypical-and-quoting-Sex-and-the-City on you, but we both came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe Candace Bushnell was right when she said, “Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.” At this stage in my life, that is absolutely true, except I'm staying away from the male-type humans for a little while. Who needs 'em? And you know what? I'm completely fine with that. I feel like "single and happy" is the minority in the blogging world but I'm enjoying it quite a bit. Let's be honest. Having really good friends helps, especially when they're willing to stand on precarious rock formations and lay on the cold ground just for the sake of photographs.