eight non-consecutive days

In eight non-consecutive days this happened:
Celebrated the life and times of dear friends with a good ol'fashioned birthday bash, party hats and all.
A lot of good eating at Tennessy Willems.
Samantha Savage Smith at Raw Sugar.
Finding reasons to wear my play clothes. 
Hanging out with the fearless types. 
Dishing out dog pats.
Finding quiet moments during the big, bad bustle.  
Participating in the 24 hour brunch that inevitability turns into a dance party.