Weekends like this one should happen more often. You leave the house with an intention to see a mate playing and never expect anything special to happen. Then to your utter and utmost surprise the outing stretches itself till Sunday filled with many a fun occurrences and stories.

First off, your friend introduces you to a group of wonderful people who make you feel absolutely in your element. It's a great feeling to know that someone apapreciates you exactly for who you are, no pretending needed.

Then there is what I call the Next Day Syndrome. After a wild night you just want to curl up in some dark corner and die. But oh how miraculously the situation changes once someone pours a beverage drink down your throat. I find it really soothing to just linger in that half-state, not having to worry about mundane things like looking decent or, God forbid, running errands. Well, there still is the issue of refilling your pint.

Another thing worth mentioning is the plethora of running jokes that such a weekend generates. Afterwards, you can not only reminisce but also annoy others using the insider jokes and making them realise the fun the missed out on.

Having said that, I'm waiting for the next time. Big kisses for those who contributed to the happening.

Now where is my handy shandy?


Listening: Deerhoof 'Friend Opportunity'
Reading: Jasper Fforde 'The Big Over Easy'
Loving: life (and mammi Lora).