...is meeting old friends. Mine had a most unexpected evening thrown in at Busboys and Poets, a great cafe and pub in Washington. I was meeting three friends, one had last spent time with me when I was expecting the tyke and puking my guts out in the car, another had driven three hours just to come and catch up and yet another and moi had been out of touch for almost 10 years. We started sedately with coffee and ended by gulping down many mugs of beer and packing pizzas that I don't think we ever ate.
Why am I mentioning this? Because it was the most wonderful impromptu evening ever and those things don't happen much these days :)
2 comments:
Whatafun!
Kahini
Ah, so that's where you were! And here I was, sick with worry while you were drinking yourself silly. Tsk.
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