Filling in Time.....

Left work super early yesterday to have some pre-drinks drinks. I’d organised the drinks with some close friends in preparation for a larger social occasion later in the evening. They were my time filler friends. I knew if I had to muster the enthusiasm to head out at 9.00pm in the evening it probably wouldn’t happen…..

The drinks were squeezed in for about an hour and a half perched on a stool, there was a fantastic breeze that broke up the ridiculous mugginess and there was intermittent wafting smells of Indian mixed with laughing and swigging of expensive beer and quantum leaps from one conversation topic to the next….

It went something like this…. Been spending too long a weeks at work, getting stuck in ruts, oh my god how good does that Tandoori smell from the Indian across the road, break-ups and bitter song lyrics*, the lack of logic in attraction, “I carried a Watermelon”** moments in a lift with a cute boy at work, where the hell is this job going, moving back in with parents, mums always being mums and how it makes you a little nutty, reverting back to a bratty child, moving overseas, dreams for the future, insecurities and soccer….

Then I clip clopped my way to the city to have some more drinks with some other lovely people in my half a size to small op-shop shoes wishing I’d chosen comfort over cuteness….

* That would be Ani Di Franco and her “untouchable face”
** Tragic Dirty Dancing reference