We finally got here or there, I guess. It was the elemerntary school's playground. The place where Effie, Kelly and I first met. Right between the swing sets and the monkey bars.
Kelly opened the back of her car and pulled out a tent. Leave it up to my friends to be totally trippy but doing the exactly right thing at the same time.
We pitched the tent on the exact spot. A kindergartener's leaping distance off the swings, just far enough to hit an innocent bystander. Who, in turn, tries to pull out her hair while a couragjous kindergarten-version of me tries to split them up. Isn't it crazy how best friends meet?