The strangest thing happens when you get older. The people who remember you when you were so much younger become more precious.
I had the joy of spending the weekend with some ladies who knew me decades ago and have since scattered around the country. Three of them made a special trip to our old stomping grounds for a mini-reunion weekend. We did a pizza party on Friday, followed by pedicures, luncheon, and a Derby party on Saturday, and closed out the weekend with dim sum on Sunday. (That thing about being hungry an hour after you eat Chinese food is a lie; I'm still full!)
It was a fun weekend where everyone got along and all our crazy was just part of the package. No judging, no sniping, just catching up and being ourselves.
There may have been a little bit of gossip too.