I have two BFFs with the same name. One lives in Canada and the other has a husband who has an ex-brother-in-law named Crash. Oh, and her name ends in “i”.
This weekend the BFF with an “i” is coming for a visit. She’s been here before, so there won’t be any need to show her all my neighbors and close friends.
She and her husband, who has the ex-brother-in-law Crash, came to visit last September to celebrate our birthdays, which are a day apart. It was a lot of fun, as birthdays should be. What I can remember of it, anyway.
You see, whenever we get together, stuff like this happens:
We won’t even talk about when they came to Trinidad, where rum runs through the faucets. Do you have the friends who have known you forever? Who still love you and keep all your secrets? The ones you can totally be yourself with? Yeah, these are those friends.
When we lived next door to one another, we had another BFF, Bitzie. The three of us have stayed close, even though Bitzie and I moved away from the neighborhood. When she heard the BFF with an “i” was coming for a visit, Bitzie
realized we’d be having all the fun decided she wanted to come, too. It’s been a long time since the three of us were together.
I would like to say Bitzie would keep us all out of trouble, but I’m not sure I can rely on her.
This is going to be a great weekend! Good friends, nice weather, and cold margaritas. What are your plans for the weekend?