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I spent this past weekend up north with four of my dearest friends from high school. We had an fabulous visit, as we always do — sipping wine, catching up on each other’s lives, and reminiscing about the old days, when we grew up together in Rochester, Minnesota.

I fully admit that I revert back to the mid-80’s when I’m with this particular group – we tend to eat a lot of junk food, and imbibe on a few more cocktails that we typically do in our normal daily lives. Of course, we put on our 80’s music; this year, our playlist for the weekend was (naturally) monopolized by Michael Jackson. We stay up ENTIRELY too late (3:10 a.m, thank you very much), dance around in our pajamas, laugh our faces off, and of course, enjoy every minute we have together.