We grew up together,
Snuck out of the house and replaced our bodies with pillows together.
Stayed up till 5am the night before exams cramming together.
You name it I'm sure we've done it together.
However, since leaving school we lead our own lives at different universities all across the country. But we have not grown apart. At every chance we seize the opportunity to rekindle our love and remain as thick as thieves.
We are definitely in no way normal, so for my birthday I got all the girls together for a huge dinner in our pjs (with my dogs), movies, wine, late night chats, giggles and massage trains!
After demolishing our dinner and dessert - mum's famous banana chutney chicken went down a treat - and having a little too much wine we grabbed whatever quilts, duvets and pillows that we could find and cuddled up with popcorn watching chick flicks.
We sit in a long train, and you massage the person in front. We all know who is the best and the worst so there's often squabble over places to sit. The person at the front obviously gets it good not massaging anyone and the sucker at the back does all the hard work. Therefore every minute (it's often timed and extremely precise) the person from the front of the train runs to the back. This is somewhat of a perfected art of ours.
(excuse the picture quality, I was getting a good massage so I didn't grab the camera)
I got bundled at midnight with birthday cheer and a few deep chats from my drunk friends how 'this is the decade that dictates your life', I weeped a little and we carried on doing what we do best till the early hours.
The next morning we hurried downstairs, for presents, more cake and a little brunch.