-Day 7 was beer and Bring It On and conversations about family and life and death.
-Day 8 was wine and french bistros and conversations about love and marriage and friendship.
Both nights were spent with high school friends from the days of yore. In my hurry to start fresh and build a new life and cut all my superfluous youthful ties, it's easy to try to forget how valuable old friends actually are. The ones who may not match up perfectly with who you are right now, but who were always there for you when you needed them then. Cutting through all the converational getting to know you bullshit and spending nights talking about things that actually matter is...nice.