Portrait

last night was hilarious. i was literally broke to the core, for the first time in my entire life. or maybe i was out and broke to the core for the first time in my life. incidentally, everyone i was with happened to be pretty damn broke too. lots of us met up at bistro, and after ordering and whatnot, just moved onto dancing. when the bill came, we all kind of rushed around getting every last cent out of each of our wallets to pay it. a lesson learnt the hard way. and i was only broke because i went berserk at sakura during lunch. not forgetting having dinner at sea spray (the buffet at that) on thursday night. let me backtrack…

i swear i didnt know that the buffet at sea spray (at the galle face hotel) was on on any other days except the fridays and saturdays, as is usual, when i suggested sea spray to savi. well, savi did persistently nag for a decision and refused to make it herself. and when she did, she said cricket club. BORING! so i went ahead and suggested my dream-dinner place, sea spray, completely unaware that it would stunt my financial comfort for the next two days to come. but i’m still glad we went. sitting so close to the sea always has an amazing impact on me. i can enjoy myself, no matter what. of course, i was blessed with exceptionlly good company too. savi and i went there, and talked for awhile, after having comforted each other about the ‘buffet’ situation that was unexpected. after having been given strict instructions by mr.fabulous to take it ‘insanely slow’ till he joined us, savi and picked a table right on the terrace, and while getting mildly drenched by the warm and salty spray from the sea just below us, we just ordered drinks and had a hearty girl-to-girl chat that we could only have before he turned up. of course, he made a grand entrace, the idiot. he stole (or not, he tells me) a flower from the reception. subsequently your’s truly was gifted with this unexpected gesture of ‘romance’. touched and stunned alike, i was stupefied when the thought of not having either of the two people i was sitting with that night, sooner than i was prepared for, sprang into my head. after dinner, the three of us walked along the galle face green, talked for awhile and then piled into savi’s car to head home. savi has already left, and im really glad we met this summer.

i have stratiegically strengthened my resolve, or so i would think. with the departures of trace, N and V, in rapid succession over the past month, you’d expect me to have gotten the hang of saying ‘good bye and see you soon’. however, everytime i think of how close monday is, im overcome by this urge to sit down and weep. just once, i gave into this urge. the rest of the time, i’ve managed to bite the bullet and keep the tears at bay. im almost tickeled by what a sop i’ve turned into. it would be amusing, if i wasnt already so scared.

last night was fun though, after ages, we regressed back to our tradition of going out ‘girls only’. D, smrit and i had a blast dancing to the wonderful salsa music.

i have discovered ‘better than ezra’. a wonderful band, with great music and clever, perceptive and sensitive lyrics. the lead vocalist also has an amazing voice. ‘a lifetime’ has to be my favourite.

my brother is back, and its nice to have him around after so long.