We grew up, made the transition from girls to hotties (you know it), figured out the art of makeup, which kind of clothes made us feel pretty, and that tanning on a roof isn't any more effective than on the ground. I guess when I say "grew up," what I really mean is "got boobs." Still, it's a prrreetty important part of a girl's life!
We provided a support system to Operation: get the French teacher fired (or admitted to a psych ward), an emotional escape from the teenage frustration of parents, and although we came from very different belief systems and family dynamics, we were the best of friends. And I miss that. Sometimes I miss that terribly, so our play date was the perfect medication for my friend-missing blues!