Friendship is skipping a movie to respond to a hapless friend’s last minute SOS call. To waste your entire Sunday helping the moron manage her chaotic packing. To bluff your way out of your rather obvious ignorance, while negotiating rates for her in the face of a thoroughly disorganized transport industry. To open your heart and attic out for cartonfuls of her mouldy old crap. To point at her and laugh when she realizes that she just packed and shipped her house keys 2000 miles away. To remind her of the idiot that she is. To sit by her side in the emptied apartment, and reminisce about the end of an era. And after all that, of course, to party.
Thank God for friends.
|That was us, yesterday. Just imagine three less attractive people.|