Meet up with plastiscenery (one of my highschool best friends, with incredible staying power) at 6.
Gonna hang til 11. (Because neither of us can drive, and I’m going on a trip with my mother in the morning, and that’s the curfew. Visiting the hometown, that’s how it is.)
At the back of my mind, like an awkward socially anxious person would, wonder if we can really fill five hours of conversation, because that’s a lot for anyone.
And yet at 10:55, when my ride is gonna be there in 5 minutes, the torrent of: BUT THERE’S STILL SO MUCH TO TELL YOUUUU on both ends.
It always falls back into place. It probably helps that we’re still kinda interested in the same things after growing in different directions and then ending up in similar places.
Drunk gushed to my mum about how much I love her on the ride home. Now drunk gushing to the internet.
If you have the resiliency to survive petty high school drama (and the less petty insane intense high school drama), and the resiliency the first few years of living away from each other and sticking together on just hometown times and visits, you have the resiliency to survive anything.
Ok now to go eat all the things and have tipsy interactions with my cats (I MEAN IS THERE ANYTHING BETTER THAN INEBRIATED HANGOUTGS WITH YOUR HOMETOWN CATS? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE THREE OF THEM AND YOU GREW UP WITH ALL OF THEM? OMFG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. JUST LIKE PLASTISCENERY. BUT SHE’S NOT A CAT. SHE IS A HUMAN. WHICH IS AWESOME. OKAY GOODNIGHT.)
