Lunch At Trippy Goat

An unforgettable afternoon full of fun and verve , as we gathered at Trippy Goat, for lunch with our schoolgirl friends. Some arriving on time, others held up in traffic jams, straggling in disheveled and late. But soon it was transformed into, an afternoon filled with unceasing chatter and tinkling laughter, as always when old friends gather .

The faces around the table, were glowing with good cheer . The food, though, was barely of much interest and briefly consumed, as each tried to be heard, above the din and clamour. Often slipping in and out of different conversations, we lost words and none made much sense . And the laughter flowed, as we sipped the sangria and wine, and tripped on the cannabis of life .

Stories of the romantic interests in school, crushes we had on handsome cricket coaches, the length of our skirts and braids in the past, to hair care and the adversity of using a comb on scanty hair in the present, from shapely legs, to the present day fat thighs and limbs that didn’t quite fit under the table . Why we even discussed, how to recognise a fellow school mate, by the way they lifted a chair . Some of us had not much to contribute, but were happy to listen and imbibe the gaiety.

There was no connection between the topics of discussion , there was no serious content, just inane conversations, except for a plan in place, for the planning of a Greek cruise, in 2025, that seemed to have everyone excited . As the afternoon wore on, our laughter continued , until the heavens above heard and smiled graciously, and witnessing the unbridled happiness, poured down to join our fun.

Some of us barely knew each other, when in school, and yet we now seem so close. Even though we only meet, maybe once a year, the joy we experience when we are together, is hard to describe, and harder to conceive. After these gatherings, we each travel back to our homes to our lives and may never cross paths with the ones we shared a meal for another year, and yet we feel a thread that binds us together.

Life has its quirks, its tricks . Those we once held close become strangers, and those we never knew, become our best friends . For each season we have a friend , for God intended us to go through life, two by two . But God made school friends, for all seasons .