A continuation

I have good friends. They pay their share of the tab, even if they leave before it comes. They bring nice wishes and hugs and occasionally gifts for my birthday. They plan fun trips (Whistler anyone?). They don't mind when I have more dark rum and cokes than usual and eat nachos with cheese still hanging from my mouth. They put up with my musings about my trip to the snowboard park (and beyond) even though sometimes I know I ramble. They are swell and I love them. I have good friends.