Yesterday I had a catch up at a wonderful park with 3 of my study friends from Uni. These 3 women have definitely been the highlight of Uni for me and I really value their blossoming friendships. Even though I've only known them for not even a year, it feels longer than that. I think growing the friendship under the stress of assignments and exams has put our closeness at a deeper level.
So, yesterday was spent with the children running around the park playing whilst we chatted and reminisced over the year that was. We munched on fresh cherries and macadamia's, under much less intense circumstances than our recent study sessions. It was lovely to talk about more than study, and really get to know how wonderful all these women are. I'm so fortunate that I landed with such and awesome, strong and different group - and I'm actually really sad that I probably won't be joining them next year.
Margo, who undoubtedly is the most complex and awe-inspiring person I have ever met, invited us along to her Nieces play that night. She warned us it was Shakespeare, and Tanya and I admitted we'd never been to a see any "Thou for art" plays before. We were willing to give it a go though, with the promise that our 2 cultured friends would translate and fill in the gaps.
After arriving late and missing the start, the first half of the play was very confusing. I'd missed vital information, added to that was all the elaborate language and my head was beginning to hurt. Intermission I was filled in on what I'd missed, and then the second half made a lot more sense! I was a bit nervous at the start, but in then end I really enjoyed it. I'm even inspired to attempt to read some Shakespeare and acquaint myself with the beautiful language he used. They have been having the plays in the park for the last few years, so I'll be definitely going along next year - but taking a rug, cheese platter and a few bottles of wine to really embrace the experience.
It finished about 10pm, so we figured we'd head out for coffee afterwards. Problem was nothing close was open, so we all piled into the torago and headed into Broadbeach with the plan of stopping at Starbucks for an hour or so.
Well, the lure of a nice glass of wine trampled all over the coffee option, so we walked straight past Starbucks and into a restaurant with a comfortable couch, cushions and wine list. 2 bottles of Rose later, and conversations flowed. Margo revealed a little more about herself, and gave us all a deeper look into her life. She is amazing. Karen (the young gorgeous one of the bunch!) was approached by a nice young fellow, so she spent the rest of the time getting to know him....really well.
The restaurant closed up, the nice young fellow was ditched, Margo and Tanya decided to take up smoking and we all declared the night was not ready to be over. So, our next stop was Surfers. This time of the year, is Schoolies up here, so probably not the best idea for us more "mature" women to head into the heart of teenager craziness. The last time I was in the middle of that, was my Hen's night 10 years ago. That in itself is a story that I should tell...later.
I wasn't dressed or prepared to be bracing the Surfers nightclub - but none of us were, so we decided to not give a shit and just have a great time. It was a lot of fun. Karen the 23 y/o party animal was having a rip roaring time busting her moves on the dance floor. Margo, who has only this past year come out of recluse and had NEVER been to Surfers was loving it. She has this amazing ability to just be who she is, and not care one little bit about what anyone thinks - such an admirable and wise trait.
We stayed there till 2am, us oldies relatively sober and having a wonderful time in the midst of all the schoolies, who were obvious in there attempts at making fun of us. We didn't care though, having to much fun to let it bother us.
On the walk back to the car, we all eagerly booked in another night. I'm not sure if our spontaneous one will ever be matched though, but we will give it a go. It was just one of those rare and special moments, with no expectations and no plans - just FUN.
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