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The Scene:
After supporting my Twin in her latest venture (healthy weight loss)- listening to a delightful petite woman, her daughter quietly by her side, share her weight loss story with a group of attentive weight loss hopefuls (side note: the subject is of no interest to me but I think I would sit through a lecture on the molecular structure of an atom if she asked me too- such is our relationship), sampling weight loss smoothies and snack bars and observing with amusement how effective stories really are at selling products- it was finally over and the real fun could begin!
We had no plan (we generally don't) but we had a mission: to find and consume some real food (usually the precipice to all of our adventures). A suggestion was made regarding an 'underground' food joint on south street that served the most delectable chicken kabobs in South Philly...and off we went- following a caravan of hungry soon-to-be-dieters off to south street, my Twin and I chit chatted about this or that, trying to distract ourselves from the hunger pains racking our bellies.
10 minutes later we joined a small group of her friends and family, ordered, and waited for our sustenance to arrive. There was a jovial attitude in the group, made more so once my Twin and I decided what we were going to eat, and it was fun listening to this inter-generational group of women dialogue with each other.
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As our cheese steak and kabobs came steaming to the table (don't judge us :) ) and we split each dish so we could satisfy both of our cravings, the stories became nostalgic as the older women reminisced about the days gone by and their school day mishaps- our laughter lit up the small narrow food joint but we cared not...we were in good company and the food was equally amazing (for an 'underground food joint in S.P.').
When we had had our fill of food and laughs we said our goodbyes and ventured out onto the street to enjoy the summer evening air- this time joined by a mutual friend and her ridiculously adorable pint sized daughter who is just learning to put sentences together. Needless to say our small group of 3 1/2 evolved as the hours rolled by to a sizable group of 8 1/2 and the most memorable part of the night: the laughter!
We laughed at ourselves, people, society, everything- we laughed so hard we cried, our breath got caught in our chest and our guts ached. It was good belly laughter- profound in its innocence and powerful because we were sharing it- in some cases with strangers.
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There are many things that take place in our lives- hiccups and hangups but what I realized is that laughter (and love) really is the best medicine & sometimes the most memorable moments are those that are unplanned and spontaneous
Live Your Best Life
CL
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