One June 22nd (Sunday), me and the rest of the S2S crew (and much more than one more) attended our last official meeting in Pretoria at a really happenin' Indian spot in Hatfield to catch up with each other, say goodbye to the first of our crew to leave (LaQuita "Mapule" Rogers), amend and second meeting minutes, eat good food, talk about our digestive systems and other bodily functions, have fun, and eat (did I mention that already?)! What a wonderful way to (start) say[ing] goodbye ("Mzanzi fo sho" style) to people who, for the past two years, became your (this is a run-on sentence like no other):
family/friend/support system/accomplices/advocates/"I need to get the hell out of site for a weekend" go-to-person/"If I get caught doing this, I'm gonna get Adsep'd (Administrative Separation-PC kicks you out)" point-person/sms (text messaging) buddy/phone when I can friend/the only person who truly cares to hear about your toilet habits over dinner/shopping buddy/travel mate/and the list goes on and on!
One (you, Dear Reader) might think that this meeting, the COS (Close of Service) Conference), and the process of saying "goodbye", would be a sad sight to see, but rather a celebration- full of laughs, jokes, funny stories, food (great food!), and "goodbyes"...for now. There were actually no good-and-proper goodbyes, because friends like these will be in your life forever...in body and/or in memories to last a lifetime.
Pictures:
1)Brad "Thabo" and Judy
2)Me and Krupa
3)Brenda, LaQuita, Liz and Me
4)Carolyn, Charlene, and Marti & Dave Fine
5)Bree, Krupa, and Brenda
6)Me and Judy (front), Brenda, LaQuita & Liz (background)
7)LaQuita, Liz and Me doing, as Liz and her family call it, "Dad eyes".
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