I'm still wondering when was the last time I went out with my girl friends. Probably early 2005 during a business travel in the Philippines - with my high school friends. It started out in one of the bars in Greenbelt, second floor, and ended up in Burgos St, still in Makati. You know, in one of those bars where instead of having girl servers - we opted for boys. Nothing fancy, it was just one of those girls-just-want-to-have-fun experience.
Here in France, the only time I could remember was when I was a French Language student (2003!)- with gals of different nationalities, speaking French with different and awful accents. In a Latino bar. I still couldn't figure out how we understood each other!
The rest of the nights out were more of boy's-night-out plus a girl (moi). Being in a work environment where girls are largely outnumbered by boys doesn't really help. But last Saturday was an exemption, I finally went out with my girl colleagues (we're 3 in the department now). What a change!
I arrived at 7:40pm, 10 minutes later than previewed. How could I forget that people could go out even on a rainy Saturday night. Parking lots were of course full. I finally found a place 10 minutes away from the restaurant, thus the delay.
I started to get impatient at 9pm. Already 9pm and the main meal has not been served yet. I started to tap my fingers repeatedly on the table, thinking Louna must be sleeping by now. Did frenchguy check her diapers before putting her to bed?
Blahblah here and blahblah there. Wow, it feels good to be out of my cage. Feeling single and available again. 10:30pm, dessert's served. That crème brûlée was the worst of its kind! But heck, I need to finish this dinner and be home. Yawn.
11pm. One colleague proposed to have a drink in a bar. Heck again, didn't she have enough red wine for dinner? Ok, I said yes for faire-la-sociale's sake. The smoky atmosphere inside the bar wasn't welcoming at all. I largely prefer Louna's body odor. Hmmm, I guess it's really time for me to go home.
I speeded back home at 1am. The sudden realization that I'm acting like I'm nearing retirement (from bars) just hit me. I'll do better next time, promise.