Last night my friend Cher took me out to dinner. In fact, she had a date but after talking to me in the afternoon she GAVE UP HER DATE in order to take me out to dinner. Apparently I am a gifted friend maker, because I think we can agree that I do have some awesome friends. I digress....
We went to an eatery that was absolutely packed so we sat at the bar. And we happened to be sitting next to three women who happened to be wearing t-shirts with the slogan "The Bombed Squad". The tees also sported a picture of a martini glass which looked like it had been be-dazzled. Are you wondering if I asked about it?
The lovely women identified themselves as a group of friends (their entire number is 7 women strong) who've known each other since they were 4 years old. They've been through thick and thin (child rearing, divorces, cancers etc....). The tees were actually from the year they formed the club. And every year they put a new gem on it.
They had great stories (and they ended up being a lot older than they looked). They clearly had fun together, and they called one another sister.
When Cher and I left for the night we felt like we'd made some friends.
And we both put in applications to become members of The Bombed Squad.