For good times and bad times

Funnily enough, once you're single, you miraculously discover your friends again. It's like you've come out of a coma or something. Or it may be because they're relieved that yes, thank god she's free of that relationship, and we can finally get back to normal. Or, perhaps, they actually genuinely care, and they know exactly what it feels like, and what you really need right now is a good drinkin' and bitchin' session. 'Cause that what friends are for, Anney sings.


Whatever it is, I found myself practically inundated with invites...alright, maybe it just felt like it. It had been many a year since I'd seen my old friend from high school, Sophea. It was just on Friday that I was messaged by Julie, one of my other old friends (how about that?), asking whether I'd be free to have dinner at a local restaurant, along with Sophea. Why, yes, I'd love to. No sooner had I said yes to that invite, there was a text from one of the guys I met at Wako, asking whether I was doing anything 'cool' that night as well. Hmm, bit late there, I'm afraid, this girl's got plans. I did feel slightly guilty turning him down though, as I did sort of mention that I'd be free, but you know, it's first come, first served with me these days. Hee hee, god I'm conceited. Oh, and I suppose I should mention there was an email from what's his face, asking if I wanted to watch a movie with him that night, would you believe. God, the audacity. Thankfully I'd already had plans. Take that ya bastard.


Hmm, yes, wasn't I the popular one. Anyway, it was a warm reunion between the three of us at the buzzing restaurant, it felt a little surreal seeing Sophea again after so long, and feeling awestruck at her stories about working and living abroad in London, which is something I've longed to do, but just never had the gumption to do it, damn it. Well, at the very least visit the place. I had a miniature bottle of shiraz to go with my rump steak, and it was just a pleasant evening reminiscing about good old times. I actually felt like I'd been missing out on these girly get togethers, and I hadn't even realised.

The hour was growing late, and Sophie dropped Julie off, and then we drove back to my place which was just down the road. Funnily enough, we still lived in the vicinity of each other, yet only recently had managed to catch up. I suppose we just let life carry us away for a while. It seemed a little early for bed, and the next thing I know, Sophie and I were just sitting there in the car in my driveway continuing our conversation, and generally talking shit for the next 2 hours. And we would've continued talking into the small hours of the morning if she hadn't wanted to go the bathroom. Hee hee.

I finally got in past midnight, and for some reason, I was smiling to myself. And it was then I realised how much I enjoyed having the company of friends, and that too, it was

the first genuine smile I've had since my break up.