The five of them sat around the bar table having serious drinks like vodka on the rocks and whiskey and soda. Not one of them was under 60 and I suspect that is an understatement. They looked liked they could have a lot of fun.
The first woman arrived almost a hour early, she was at the table when I first walked in and the others had only just arrived. before we left. She sat patiently and I wondered who or what she was waiting for that would be worth the time. When the other four gathered, it was clear from her smile that this was something of value. And clear on the faces of the others as well. They were old friends.
How could I tell….first, that they jumped into the deep end of conversation without the prelims. One sat down and immediately discussed a major medical pocedure just completed on her husband assuring everyone that he would be okay. They agreed, as if to assure her and went on to other important topic….their next drinks and dinner. And they began to laugh at shared silliness and low key teasing. The fun was beginning.
Two of the women were dressed to the nines; hair in perfect place and faces perhaps enhanced by botox. Two were attractive but far less put together and the last was almost frumpy. But it was the five of them, notwithstanding their differences. They were friends. OLD friends. Such a precious commodity….i enjoyed watching it in action and feel sorry that I have no group to play with. But I am going to find me one. Girlfriends don’t come along every day.
Tags: friendship, relationships, women
