Four years ago, I decided I’d go to the Healthy Living Summit. I started following a Twitter list of bloggers going, and one of those bloggers just so happened to be in NYC. She tweeted something about having an extra spot for a yoga event, and I decided it was a great way to meet someone else going to this conference. The yoga event ended up getting rained out, but I met one of my best friends in the process. A year ago, she moved away.

Her husband, Bo, was turning 30 this weekend and the original plan was for a week in the south of France, but we ended up in Savannah, their hometown, instead.

The south of France would have been pretty awesome, but in truth, I was happy to go wherever they were going and catch up with them.

I wasn’t crabby about the situation at all.

Besides, it gave me time to work on my handstands.

And my open water swim.

(Friday, we took boats out to a little island called Wassaw Island. It’s not private, but it felt like that since it’s only accessible by boat and nobody else was there on a Friday. So we spent the entire day rotating between the water, boat and beach. Life is really hard.)

Oh, and I found my people (read the sign!)

Bo’s parents had a 30th birthday for him and his mom made these adorable napkins by hand!

Oh, and there are no open container laws in Savannah. This peach sangria was very good. And yes, that is my dress Ashley is wearing, because I am a very good friend. The dress I’m wearing is from J. Crew Factory, has pineapples on it, and makes me very happy.

So do all of these people. On Saturday, we went to The Olde Pink House for Bo’s birthday, where we laughed and ate delicious Southern food until I was so full, I had no more room for wine. That’s full, y’all.

I’m kind of bad at relaxing sometimes, but yesterday, playing Cards Against Humanity by the pool, I was so relaxed I almost missed my flight.

About 8 of us were scheduled to fly out around the same time. By some miracle, my flight was the only one which left on time – and some of the others got stuck there. We scrambled so quickly to get to the airport that in our car, I was somehow the only one wearing real clothes. Ashley brought us into the airport in a coverup and bikini. As you do.

Hey, Bo! Thanks for turning 30 so we could all have a fun weekend.

How was your weekend? Tell me about your most epic almost-missing-a-flight story.