We met, ate, laughed (loudly), gossiped and bitched, just like in the old days - who's straight and who's gay, who's still bitchy/who's not, who's still "playing"/who's sobered up, who's married/who's looking, and of course, who still LOOKS THE SAME. Gosh - has it been more than 10 years since we've last seen each other??

Feels like yesterday we were in those white-blue uniforms with that horrible white belt that cut our pubescent bodies into half, emphasizing the waistless-ness of us at 15. Loud, defiant, restless, crazy young school girls. We hated school, wanted more than what it could offer, wanted out of the ridiculous system. Thankfully, despite all that, WE turned out ok. We'd never send our girls back to that school. EVER.

All grown up now, with actual adult responsibilities in our hands - businesses, careers, money, relationships, etc. Meeting at adult restaurants in hotels, ordering real food and ALCOHOL.... =) Seeing revised/improved versions of each other feels so strange , yet oh-so-familiar.

In the washroom, Lynda defiantly throws her used tissue paper into the less "chosen" bin in front of the girls. We burst into giggles. Sometimes its comforting to know that some things don't change, Jill said. In a lot of ways, we're still those same 15 year olds at heart.