❋ it was so nice having my oldest high school friend sarah come and stay for a few days... there's always a special friendship shared with someone you grew up with since childhood, like they know you more than anyone else, since they share so many of your oldest memories.
sarah's just as funny as she was back in the days of going on each other's family holidays, smoking our first cigarettes, running away from home, wagging school, stealing liqueur chocolates from target and getting drunk on them, fist-fighting over pimple gel, ripping each others hair out by the roots, playing with ouija boards, having trampoline sleep-outs, swimming in the river with snakes, jumping off dangerous tarzan swings and riding our bikes (called jo-jo and mary-jane) all over town.
fifteen years later, for old times sake, we drove around and checked out all our old hang-out spots, down the river and along the railway tracks, and we realized what brattish, rat-bag tom-boys we were as kids and what nightmares for our poor parents..
since we're both on holidays at the moment, we decided to eat out, drink up, go shopping and enjoy ourselves as much as possible... one night we went to pick up some rosé wine to enjoy on the warm summer evening on mum and dad's back deck and the guys at two different bottle shops didn't even know what rosé was! it seems we've become much too sophisticated for little old shepparton ;o)
i had more fun and laughed harder than i have in a long time and was sad when sarah went home today...
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