Hands

Sometimes people (myself included) do not take enough time to appreciate the simple things. One of the goals that I set for my summer in LA was to go on a double date with my beau, my forever best friend and her new husband. With time running out and no double date having happened yet we decided to have a best friends marathon that would conclude in the long anticipated double date. For the date we wanted to do something fun, different and memorable. I know it is crazy - but despite the nearly three years we have been with both of our significant others we had yet to go on a double date. My boy came up with Ethiopian in the nearby Little Ethiopia and it was quickly agreed upon and decided that it was the perfect double date.

The date was great. We spent all of our time appreciating the company and laughing loud at the simplest of jokes. Sitting in our tiny chars in a circle around the huge basket where our food would soon be placed we were not thinking about controversial topics but just about being together and happy. When everyone's food came it was all on one plate which was set in the basket which we sat around - we all took a piece of injera (the yummy squishy bread) and, with only our hands, all communally ate off of the same plate. The corresponding couples also partook in the Ethiopian tradition of feeding food to someone who you love.

It seems so simple, but sometimes the little things that you do not think about when they are happening are the things that can make you feel the most whole - like laughing with friends that live across the country as if there is not even a mile in between your friendship.