Good friends mean good times

Last night I went to Butchart Gardens with all my best friends from high school. We have done it every year now for the last three years, and are making a tradition of it. We always have such a good time chatting, laughing, and counting the twelve days of Christmas displays.

These people are one of the main reasons I am coming back to Victoria. They are the people who know me the best, and as my friend Lindsay says, we will still be having "get-drunk-at-Claire's" nights for an awful long time to come.

To good friends, good times, and good experiences!

Cheers!