I have this group of friends I've known since high school. And I mean really good friends, people I've known long and I've shared experiences with, we have a common history, our own vocabulary, a group culture of sorts. Of course I've gained friends since then, really good friends from Uni, work or elsewhere. That core group of friends from long ago is still there, enriched. The groups of friends have mingled, became friends, the core is still there. They are the Sunday Club.
Before, when we were in high school and after, in uni, we used to
meet at least once a week, usually on Sundays. We'd have lunch, or rather brunch, or just a
cup of something hot (or cold, depending on the season) and talk. Our
lives, our loves, the books we've read, the movies that made our hearts
stop, even politics and economics, the way in which the world moves,
whatever topic touched us in any way was brought up and made a good
starting point for others. Time used to stop around us, we were just
friends around a table, enjoying a good moment.
And then we each left in the four corners so now we only meet twice
or 3 times a year. It's always as nice, but now we spend time talking
about us more than about the world. The world comes in discussion too,
but only because we make it move now, not the other way around.