Did we say anything of consequence?
We giggled, we laughed
Bitched and bantered
We ate, we drank
We danced and sang
We basked in the sun
We sheltered under trees in the rain
I joked about sulking
You pretended to negotiate
We said hellos and goodbyes
And in between, sat around doing nothing
In the immortal words of "You've got mail":
"All this nothing has meant so much more to me than so many somethings"