I think it’s some kind of wonderful to be able to talk to a group of people about everything and anything. There is nothing embarrassing. The horror stories of the past have suddenly become comical. All insecurities are laid out in the open. Exposed, embraced.
There’s no holding back, and as time slips by tongues loosen. The conversation wavers from silly and immature to deep and impacting.
The tea pot’s been drained, but there’s hardly a lull in conversation. It’s only when the eyes start to droop that one must take a stand before another interesting turn in conversation.
The need of sleep finally wins over the need to chat. But not before another is planned in the near future.