a toast to an old friend

I’ve known my best friend Shadi since we were kids. Our fathers were friends and played baseball together as kids in the dusty little township of Seshego. Me and Shadi met because of our fathers, they happen to take us to the same primary school in '92 and I found a soul mate.

I sadly moved from that school in '94. Life brought us back into each other’s lives, as adults in '011. We had travelled through our teenage years living separate but very similar lives.

We went to the same kind of high school. In varsity we studied the same kind of courses (she did journalism and I did media studies) we read the same kind of books and dated the same sort of guys (artistic - BIG mistake. LOL) most of all we also found a passion for hunters dry.

Our love for hunters dry can only be compared to the passion shown by English soccer fans. Hunters dry has become the great love of our twenties. It has accompanied us on road trips and has kept us entertained at weird and wonderful parties. It is the symbol of our youth. There can never be mention of our party days, vacations or even break ups without the mention of hunters dry. The story would be incomplete. Glorious conversations in restaurants, bars and living rooms over hunters dry have been a part of our friendship for as long as I can remember. It is a part of who we are.

This is a toast to an old friend… we love you