The Dream Team

Let me tell you guys about my best friends.

We call ourselves the "Dream Team." It's kinda lame and kinda rad, we can't really decide - but we're stickin with it.

Let me introduce you to Bailey, me, Kylie, Tayler and Megan

aka...the Dream Team

Living together the past two years has really been been the best experience. I couldn't have asked for a better random selection of roommates. Actually, it was sheer luck we were all put together. Or destiny. Either one works.  

We are all so different, yet we work so well together. We just get each other. We laugh until we cry, we sing and dance to every single song (not well, I might add), we know each others strengths, and we know each others weaknesses.

These classy ladies truly are some of the best people I've ever had the opportunity to come in contact with. I can confidently say that we will be best friends for the rest of our lives (sorry girls...ya can't get rid of me).

This past summer was the season where we all grew up. Bailey put on her darling swimsuit for a California internship by the beach, I put on a pencil skirt and heels for an office in the city, Kylie put on some Chacos and became an independent in Moab, Tayler put on a wedding dress and got herself a husband, and Meg put on a camp counselor shirt and influenced young girls for the better.

The only thing we had in common this summer was that we ALL put on our big girl panties and dove head first into the world of adulthood.

The Dream Team has since been split up - we all live in different places, but we are lucky enough to get to see each other pretty often. We always joke that we're the band nobody wanted to break up. 

Bailey even came up to Logan this past weekend! There was plenty of screaming, laughing, and snuggling involved. Here's a re-cap. 

We couldn't go the weekend without a Cafe Rio photo op. (Also, don't tell Kylie's mom we went there...she's deathly allergic but Rio is worth the risk.)

Just your average awkward family photo.

Missing Tay...I guess the Dream Team gets second priority after a husband. (FINE we'll deal with it)

It poured rain at the Homecoming Game. But we were faithful fans and stayed all the way until....the second half. (Go ahead, judge us. We were freezing and wanted Costa Vida/steamed milk.)

I'd say it was a pretty successful weekend.

xoxo