Why is it that we wait for an occasion to catch up with those we love?
…with those we can’t get a word in with because the conversation is flowing?
…with those that when ones laughs, so do the rest?
…and when one tears, the others follow suit?
…with those who have been there for far too long?
…with those who know us, inside and out?
Tonight, a tad early in November, me and my high school friends caught up for our annual KK catch up. I wish I remembered the year we started doing this, and who suggested it, and what I got that year and what I bought for someone else… but it has been happening for a WHILE.
Life is busy. We have partners. Kids. Jobs. Responsibilities. Being able to match our schedules with each others is a feat in itself, but with old friends, it shouldn’t be a job… it should be a necessity.
Because it is calming. It releases happy chemicals. You purge. You let out your frustrations. You share funny anecdotes. Like tonight, the top stories were:
Gorged breasts of breastmilk
“Kids say the darndest things!”
12 year old huskies
Insane concert tickets prices, and finally –
Meat on steroids
All perfectly NORMAL things to discuss with your besties.
It was a terrific night, and I love my PA pjs, because you can never have too much Peter Alexander.
“I have too much Peter Alexander!”
SAID NO GIRL EVER.
And a pat on the back for me, as I totally rocked the KK I got for my friend.
It made me realise a lot of life truths, and the biggest one being, the longer you are friends with someone, the harder it is to separate yourself from them.
And I don’t want to separate myself from these girls, EVER.
And we sure as hell don’t need a reason, like Christmas (though it is a bloody good one!) to make an effort to catch up.
Catching up to see each other is an event in itself.
Happy early Christmas, peeps :):):)