When you've known someone for more than seventeen years, it is just like slipping on a pair of comfy (albeit styley and gorgeous) slippers when you get together. For a girls weekend.
People we met in Invercargill kept exclaiming - But its such a pity about the weather! It was raining for the second half of the visit, but frankly, we didnt go for the tropical climate. Or even to see the local scenery. Or to explore the natural beauty. Or to hit the shops (although we did manage a 45 min powershop).
We came to have a rest from our hectic households full of little children.
We came mostly, though, to see where our lovely friend lives and what the inside of her house looks like so we can picture it on the phone from now on.
And we came to laugh until we cried.
When you've known, lived with, talked to, grown up around someone for more than seventeen years there is very little in terms of conversation that is sacred, or secret. It is a precious thing to be able to lay it all open with people you trust and know they will not think any less of you.
We laughed until we cried, we agreed our husbands were wonderful, and we left with dozens and dozens of fresh bluff oysters to keep 'em happy.
I wouldn't be eighteen years old again for all the oysters in southland, but I do congratulate my eighteen year old self for recognising such precious potential friends. (Those who were present and those who were not).
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