Last night, I met up with nine of my closest friends and celebrated my birthday.

It was nothing fancy – we just went to the local Brewdog for buffalo wings and beers. But by the end of the night, my jaw ached from laughing. Time with friends is better than any other kind of entertainment.

We discussed all kinds of bullshit, mocked each other mercilessly and made travel plans. Time flew by and four hours had passed in the blink of an eye. I got to taste a couple of new beers, burnt my lips with delicious chicken wings and caught up with guys I hadn’t seen in weeks and weeks.

All in all, it was a simple but perfect evening. Reminding me of what really matters. It’s not about the place, it’s not even about the food – it’s about the people you’re with.

Here’s to time with friends.