A Weekend with Old Friends

Sonia, Sybil and I were best friends in high school, so when Sybil and Bud, her significant other, came to Houston to meet up with a friend from Germany who was here for a business meeting, Sonia and I became tour guides for them. 

Beer Can House

Art Car Museum

Bolivar ferry

Galveston beach

And the three of us forgot our graying hair and wrinkles and sagging body parts and were once again the girls who giggled at inside jokes, had slumber parties, practiced our driving skills, swam and sunned at Barton Springs in Austin, ate hamburgers at the Holiday House or tacos at El Matamoras, followed the Austin High Maroons and the Austin Pioneers baseball team, shared secrets about crushes and first kisses, showed off first drivers licenses and first high heels.  There were so many firsts those days, so much to look forward to when we were on the cusp of being grown ups.  We never foresaw the tragedies that would befall us as years would pass or the memorable and wonderful things either.  But we've kept our friendship and that's the most important.