Good friend
I’m not hungover. I should be, and the fact that I’m not suggests that I may, possibly, still be drunk. This is not good. This is not good in the immediate term, because I am trying to put together a presentation for tomorrow on a subject I know nothing about. And it is not good in the medium term, because the hangover will hit. It’s just waiting for a vulnerable moment.
I still claim that I could have happily stopped at the second glass of wine last night. But a very cunning guest bought the hosts a jar of hibiscus flowers in syrup: you place a syrup-soaked flower at the bottom of a champagne glass and fill with champagne, and voila, instant cocktails. So the hosts, Michelle and Matthew, bought a round of champagne.
I love champagne. So, you know.
And by the time that was done, the place was serving half-price cocktails. Well. You can all see where this is going, right? Let’s just leave it there and move on.
At one point I decided to buy Matthew a drink. Listen to this and tell me you don’t want to be my friend, because truly, I rock.
He was about to buy himself a drink, and I thought aha, I shall buy this drink for him. I didn’t articulate this, I just followed him around whilst he examined the whisky selection. So I was being odd and creepy from the outset. Then he asked for one and the bartender said Ah, that’s the best we’ve got, good choice, that’ll be $10. At which point I turned to Matt and said “I was going to buy you a drink but not if you’re going with that one, because, whoah”.
Three things I should point out here.
Firstly, Matthew is leaving the country in a few days, and I am going to miss him an excruciating amount. I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this guy, and I might not see him again for several years.
Secondly, he always, always subsidises me when the two of us go out for the evening. For years, he’s been choosing the nice bottle of wine in the nice bar and paying for it because he knows I can often only afford the cheap bottle in the seedy place down the road. He’s been unfailingly generous about this, and I’ve probably cost him a fair amount of money over the years. Note also that by this point in the evening he and his girlfriend have bought the entire room a round of champagne.
Thirdly, I’m not actually poor, or anything.
He hugged me goodbye at the end of the night and said, well, thanks for almost buying me a drink.
I’m such a good friend.
I still claim that I could have happily stopped at the second glass of wine last night. But a very cunning guest bought the hosts a jar of hibiscus flowers in syrup: you place a syrup-soaked flower at the bottom of a champagne glass and fill with champagne, and voila, instant cocktails. So the hosts, Michelle and Matthew, bought a round of champagne.
I love champagne. So, you know.
And by the time that was done, the place was serving half-price cocktails. Well. You can all see where this is going, right? Let’s just leave it there and move on.
At one point I decided to buy Matthew a drink. Listen to this and tell me you don’t want to be my friend, because truly, I rock.
He was about to buy himself a drink, and I thought aha, I shall buy this drink for him. I didn’t articulate this, I just followed him around whilst he examined the whisky selection. So I was being odd and creepy from the outset. Then he asked for one and the bartender said Ah, that’s the best we’ve got, good choice, that’ll be $10. At which point I turned to Matt and said “I was going to buy you a drink but not if you’re going with that one, because, whoah”.
Three things I should point out here.
Firstly, Matthew is leaving the country in a few days, and I am going to miss him an excruciating amount. I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this guy, and I might not see him again for several years.
Secondly, he always, always subsidises me when the two of us go out for the evening. For years, he’s been choosing the nice bottle of wine in the nice bar and paying for it because he knows I can often only afford the cheap bottle in the seedy place down the road. He’s been unfailingly generous about this, and I’ve probably cost him a fair amount of money over the years. Note also that by this point in the evening he and his girlfriend have bought the entire room a round of champagne.
Thirdly, I’m not actually poor, or anything.
He hugged me goodbye at the end of the night and said, well, thanks for almost buying me a drink.
I’m such a good friend.
posted by tanya at 9:58 am
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