It occurred to me at 3am on Saturday night, that before 3am Saturday night, I had never even seen any of the three girls I was talking to. We were immersed in nutting out of the girls’ five year plan. But it wasn’t just me as the outside, they didn’t know each other before this Saturday night either. In fact, as I looked around me I realised the only person I knew out of the thirty or so party-goers in our very crowded corner was the Birthday Girl.
The Birthday Girl and I were new friends, but she was one helluva girl, so I came along to her b’day bash. The Birthday Girl is one of those bubbly, insatiably positive and uplifting goddesses that has friends from all walks of life.
I believe you can judge a book by its cover: -
a) Saves time.
b) It is quite telling- old/new? Publisher with a lot of money/self published? Era, genre, length, etc, etc.
Just as you can judge a book by its cover – you can really judge a person by their friends. This effervescent Birthday Girl was brilliant enough and popular enough to bring together people who may otherwise have never even given each other a sideways glance. And here we all were, French martinis in hand, booties shaking and good times being had all round.
Which restores my faith – the good people are out there, you just have to search for them, and hold on to them when you find them.
Hold on to them for dear love’s sake.
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