We went out last night – to help a good friend celebrate her birthday. We met at her house, summoned a taxi, and had the best night out in quite some time. A lovely meal, a few drinks, and lots of stories, laughter and smiles along the way.
I’m SO tired today. Miraculously I didn’t have a hangover this morning.
You know the funny thing? The whole “night out” part of it was kind of superfluous. I would have been just as happy to have gone for a walk or sat on a park bench with my friends and caught up with each other. The rest – the meal, the drinks and so on – that’s all driven by convention.
All you really need is to be together with those you love.
Love is such a divisive word – but only because people make it so. I love my friend’s smiles, their laughter, their stories, and the experiences we have shared over the years. I love spending time with them, helping shoulder their stresses, and just “being there”.
I remember reading many years ago that you can tell a true friend because you can sit together without making conversation. It’s the piglet thing again, isn’t it.
It’s odd though. I’m a pretty solitary person too. I sometimes struggle to step outside the door – to get over myself. I do though, and I’m always thankful afterwards.
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Yep, I think you are to something with piglet.
The funniest thing about moving from Chicago to California is that in Chicago people focus their get-togethers always around food. “ Are we meeting at Starbucks or Johnnie’s beef ?”
In California it is always around an activity. “ Are we hiking or walking the beach?”
Glad you had a good night laughing!
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