Last night, while i was on my computer, two of my closest friends called and asked if i’d be up for a random night out…
Casually with these friends , we’d go to McDonald’s to talk, eat and more… most nights we spend in that happy place, we share stuff like how our day went, whose ass got kicked in school, which people were seen where and the like… typically these conversations end up to one thing…
Us, way back when college started, and US, a few years after college ends… ,it’s a conversation we’d call sad and happy at the same time.
To those nights, we recall how we all met that very day, how we all looked, dressed, talked,laughed,cried and dared to become better friends we are now.
Well, that part’s easy. What almost every time brings us to silence, or sometimes, even to tears are those times we have to move aside memory lane and look past it. Those times we imagine ourselves say , ” Those were some 4 years huh, i guess it’s goodbye?..“.
Around that table in McDonald’s, we look at each other and say, “ One good night to remember”.
Those moments,, we have talked almost all things under the big bright moon (yes, it never happened on daytime as we are all self-confessed to be nocturnal creatures),…
Whether its about some event that calls us to be happy, or a quite “fucked up” (pardon the language) one.
Like who do we see getting married first, who’d probably fail his or her marriage, who’d do good, who’d have affairs.. etc. regardless of what we talk about we always end up calling it a good night.
Whether all three of us go home happy, drained or depressed, we’d still have the liberty of calling it a “good night” as it all happened with us around that one messed up table in McDonald’s. To Georgia and Andrea, cheers to many more candid good nights!
