Just Like The Old Times

I spent last weekend bonding with my best friend Maita. We have been friends since third grade. We were classmates 3 out of the 4 years in high school. Since Maita and I were friends classmates and our brothers were classmates back in grade school, our moms had no choice but to become friends as well. When we get sick and had to miss school, my Nanay and Tita Lydia would sometimes call each other or go to each other's houses to copy our missed assignments.

Maita and I also belong to the same circle of friends. We all went to different universities back in college, but our communication didn't stop. My friends and I all became godparents to Maita's eldest child, since Maita was the first in the barkada to have a child.

We would often go to each others houses or meet up somewhere for a little chit chat. So, last weekend, Maita wanted to meet up. She went over to my place to pick me up. I brought my son along so that her youngest kid would have somebody to play with.

We talked about everything. We talked about our kids, our husbands, our lives as desperate housewives, our problems, our frustrations, name it, we've talked about it. What I like about Maita is that I don't have to pretend, I can tell her anything, she can tell me anything. She can tell me straight to my face if I look terrible, I can tell her to shut up and keep quiet when her mouth is too noisy.

So last weekend, I taught her how to put on make-up so that she would look pretty for her husband. We experimented with colors just like teenage girls would. We did that while our kids were running around like wild monkeys. I looked at her wedding album and wondered why I wasn't there. She told me I had an important exam to study for that time that's why I wasn't able to make it. Too bad, what could be more important than my best friend? We can re-take exams but best friends are hard to find.

I went home happy that time. We should do that more often.