Another Nutter's City Limits

And so it was that Another Nutter came into town, almost from the city limits...




It's so odd.

There's an empty chair.

And then it's not.

And no matter how many emails and phone calls you make, you still don't know what to expect.

Instead, suddenly, the chair is chocka-block full of ideas and reasoning and jeepers creepers...

Did we tell anyone yet that it turns out we lived in adjacent country towns for a couple of years in high school?

You heard it here first: Nutmeg and the Ladies Lounge, virtually neighbours. Except no one from her high school or mine ever spoke to each other.

There are topographic issues.

Nutmeg's and mine are VERY small towns. And VERY close together.

(apart from the whole massive mountain range thing)

And a VERY long way from where we both are now.

How. VERY. Odd.

So we hadn't quite dealt with those oddities before we realised we definitely needed another glass of wine.





And pretty soon we needed something to eat.



Yum.

Wagamama. Positive eating. Positive living.

Positively hopeful that somehow, sometime, one of the five perky waiters would remember that two people meant two orders and maybe a second plate would be handy so we could BOTH eat.

(Nutmeg was the one courageously waiting for her serving - she insisted I hoe into mine. I did.)

Despite the - how do you say? - erratic service, the food was good and the company continued to sparkle.

By the time we'd drunk and eaten we'd established that we wrote differently, parented similarly; and both thought that meeting up was a pretty bloody good idea.

There were any number of other things too, but really: you don't expect a blow by blow do you?

It was infinitely better than I expected - to meet up with someone who could already be counted as a friend of sorts, and find they were so much more interesting. So full of ideas and reasoning and so much more interesting for not having a shared past, because this way we could not get bogged down in the details of common friends' lives, nor too much about our children, nor about work.

Ideas; reasoning; it was fabulous.

But finally it was time to go home.



But not before there was one more photo...



Oops. That didn't quite work, did it?



That's better.


Meeting in Real Life?

Highly recommended.

We'll be doing it again.

mtc

Bec