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Not long ago we threw a bachelorette party in NYC for one of my dearest girlfriends. The group of us, about 7 women dressed to kill, hit the town with intent to have a great time. After many cocktails, dinner and a show, we walked a few short blocks to a cozy bar where we kicked some serious tail playing drinking games with out-of-staters who in losing fashion supplied us with even more drinks. We were being picked up by car service so there were no holds barred in our night out. We had a great time.

It's sometimes in the smallest of moments when we discover how much we care for someone else. Though she and I have been friends for years, it was that night I realized how much I adore my friend, the bride-to-be.

Strolling the narrow village streets, walking quite drunkly arm-in-arm in route from the show venue to the bar, we chatted about "doing this more often" rather than waiting for life events to prompt us. Suddenly, two cars on the street, only feet away from where we were, started engaging in road rage with the first car stopping suddenly and the second screeching its tires to avoid crashing. Yelling ensued as the situation escalated and out of nowhere our little happy group was directly amidst unfolding danger. The situation was getting uglier by the second and there was no time for us to get away...

"Get on the inside" I told her as I moved her inward while shifting myself to the outside, closest to the street. "Awe, Chelle I love ya. But what if you get hurt?" she said. "I'll be alright" I told her. The truth is that I didn't know if bullets might fly or if one of the cars might come right up onto the sidewalk. But I wasn't afraid. I knew that no matter what happened in the moments to follow I was better prepared to handle it then she was and it was my instinct and desire to protect her.

Even in the state of being less than sober, I maintained awareness of our surroundings, sensed possible danger and acted upon it. Was it the best choice to protect my friend while putting myself into danger, I don't know but I'd do it again in a heart beat. Thankfully, the situation dissolved after those few unsure moments and both cars sped away.

We went on to make our way to the bar, where we were challenged to a friendly game of flip-cup by another group of women also celebrating a bachelorette night. What fun we had beating them repeatedly; those poor chicks from out of town didn't realize that we metropolitan women play to win.

My friend had a great time and good memories of that last night being single on the town. Thankfully the potential of the bad situation did not come to fruition, but if it had, I was prepared to protect her. It was shear instinct to have moved her away from danger; I was ready to defend us both.