Last night an Egyptian opened his restaurant after hours just for five of us. We were fed fancy gourmet foods spontaneously prepared in the kitchen, given any wine we wanted from the cellar, played piano, laughed, and talked until 5 am. The unexpected hospitality was glorious and magical. "Saha. Salud. L'Chaim. Nasdarovye. Cheers," we toasted.
Prior to the unexpected celebration, my Cuban friend cried, looking to me for support. I met up with him to remind him that all difficulties are temporary, and promised that within hours, happiness would reign again. 'You were right,' he said later, as the evening unfolded its magic.
"You're walking on stars," he said as we left the restaurant into the glittering sidewalk at 5 am. The city lights made it sparkle in a way I'd never noticed before.
Many friends texted me this weekend. One just to tell me she's glad she met me. Another told me she missed me. Another asked what I was doing this evening. Another to say he got me a present. Another of a photo of us. And a phone call from a friend in need of advice.
I'm so blessed in friendship. It is seriously ridiculous. They're all beyond fucking wonderful. People have become one of my greatest joys in life. So much so that I feel so fulfilled and loved that I don't feel a need for romantic love or children or whatever else people my age do. My friends are actually a bit romantic about our friendships. We openly say 'I love you' and give each other flowers and gifts and hug and cuddle and kiss! It's bloody beautiful, and the antidote for all the world's ills.
1:04 a.m. - 2012-10-14