The birdcage

I am beginning to think that the privileges of the single[s] life is not in what you do but in being able to do as you wish, when you wish.

I was an hour too early for my friend's surprise birthday dinner at Northbridge and decided to head to a bar mentally noted some weeks back to suss out. I was cautious of my short purple skirt but I was also aware that spontaneity waited for no one so I went ahead with braving it out.

So there I was with my short glass of lemon lime bitters, intrigued by the look and feel of this new bar I had ventured out to. The "calm" coloured brick walls. The pictureless frame. The slightly tilted lamp shade.

Half an hour into my silent observations of the place [and into my self reflections], I noticed a girl looking my way from where the bar was. And so I smiled, as she did, and I looked away. Not long after, she walked over and asked "Mon?"

I was thrown off by her knowing my name. It took some time before I realised it was my friend Dallas. What was peculiarly interesting was that I was actually thinking of her minutes before.

I love spontaneity.

So here's to funky miss Dallas!