Last night I was at Honey bar celebrating one of my good friends’ birthdays. As we grow older and get busier, and I grow further apart from my girlfriends in terms of finishing uni, starting work, keeping up a LT relationship, and just generally being at a further along stage in life, the occasions on which we all get together are rare. I’m on a different campus from them; the first couple of years I often wandered over to visit and we had a weekly Friday lunch going for a while, but that just wasn’t feasible this year. And I work more than, well, pretty much all of them combined, so always miss out on their get-togethers during semester breaks. So I really appreciate nights like last night, getting to spend time with my old friends, making a special and memorable occasion for her, and showing her how much we all love her =)
Despite only having one drink, I felt absolutely trashed this morning – like a truck had run me over. I think it was a combo of the hours spent dancing, and too many (spicy) samosas. I’ve rarely met a buffet I didn’t like; unfortunately my delicate stomach often makes its disapproval known…. later on, that is.
I managed to drag my sorry ass out of bed at 10.30, start my ethics essay, hit the butcher and grocer, and tackle our bedroom. Because I still haven’t finished unpacking! We’ve only just finished moving over all our bits and pieces. Thankfully, we decided against rearranging the room as planned, so all I had to do was move my desk and mirror, and unpack the last few bags and boxes… files, folders, CDs, etc. Thank god for lazy Sundays!