B went to Cow Pie for a wedding recently but I stuck around because I was expecting some visitors. First, it was Grant and Bim Bambi, looking more relaxed than ever, which is astonishing considering they have two children under the age of three. We all went out for dinner, grandparents too, and then just the two of them came over to see our place. While they were visiting, the phone rang three times. One was J-Lo, laying low of late due to hardcore thesis-writing, and another was the Apple to my Pear. The third I didn't answer. I postponed chatting due to the unusual circumstances of visitors and called them back the next day.
J-Lo defends his thesis tomorrow. Gah! I am so happy for him, though with a tinge of envy. It's not like he hasn't worked at it. We haven't hung out in weeks.
The conversation with Apple-to-Pear was long, interesting and hilarious. My ear was killing me afterwards. Such fun we had!
Lolabola came to visit two days later. We did the usual stuff: walked around, drank beer, looked at photos... it just sounds dull to read, but I can't tell you how nice it is to be around an old friend, especially this old friend. I could sit beside her on a kerb all day and be totally content.
Then out of the blue, I had an invitation from a recent acquaintance to meet at the pub for a group drink. (Why do people invite me for a drink but never to go ice climbing, say for example? Not that I am complaining...) B was home at this stage and happy to be invited to go out with someone new. On the way we stopped to water the garden, which is looking lush. We picked a few of these before anyone else could get to them first.
If ever you are going out with potential new friends and you think you might not have anything to talk about, bring along a tomato.
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