One of my dearest and bestest friends, Eve, came to Vancouver for a little viz.
I'll go into the visit later - we had a blast, as per usual.
At one point, Eve said, "Do you remember your sixth grade birthday party ..."
Eve and I, NYC 2007
I paused to appreciate the fact that I still have someone in my life (who isn't related to me) that can say that.
Afterwards, we called my mom and told her our confessions of 12 year old rebellion.
We're both grounded.