Two best friends walk into The Container Store. One has never been. Three hours and two carts full later, a flatbed is wheeled out to their parking spot with a file cabinet on it packed in a large box. It doesn’t fit in the car. It is left behind for pickup at another time.
The two women go to their favorite Mexican restaurant where they proclaim the margaritas, for the hundredth time, the best in the world. They seem to know what they’re talking about. The chips and salsa arrive. Toasts occur.
To a successful shopping trip.
To having survived another Christmas.
To us.
A birthday is celebrated. Gifts are opened. The crab burritos arrive. The dinner lasts as long as the shopping did. A holiday week has passed since they last saw each other. A lifetime in best friend years.
To us.
