me, pau and bottomless margaritas

i've always been close to my sister but we had a falling out a couple of years back. she got crazily hooked on her new bike (yes, my sister is a biker chick! with biker friends to boot!) and i got involved in other things that we ended up spending more time with our own circle of friends rather than have our usual weekly rendezvous. and, while we didn't entirely drift apart, i have to admit (as i wrote in a previous entry), that i have missed my lil sister.

being able to touchbase with her is on top of my to-do list for 2007.
a long overdue margarita night to start off our weekly ritual is imperative.

and last night, we did.

in between margaritas, we talked for hours.
our plans. our mishaps in the past. the men in our lives, both present and past. our parents. the house that we bought. the car we're gonna buy this summer. the standing pact of taking care of each other as we grow old, not wanting to be like one of those who end up fighting over money and other trivialities that siblings tend to have.

i spent last night not with my sister, but with a friend and i'm glad we're back.