In a past time of my life, I worked at the cafe of the Auckland Art Gallery. Our team was the first team to operate the cafe after the gallery had been refurbished. It was amazing when we first went to the gallery to check out the cafe. It was before the art gallery was re-opened, and there was still construction work going on.
The cafe was beautiful! And the team that I worked with was, for the most part, awesome people. Sadly, once I left the cafe, life kicked into overdrive, and it resulted in me losing contact with everyone from the cafe.
I had a beautiful moment the other day while I was listening to Spotify. While going through the Discover Weekly playlist, Fuck the Pain Away, by Peaches, came on. I happened to check Facebook, and Facebook suggested one of the cafe staff that I was good friends with. I had her on my old Facebook, but when I created a new Facebook, I hadn’t remembered to add her. At this point, I hastily friend requested her.She accepted, and we started chatting again. We ended up meeting up for a drink and long overdue catch up last night.
Fanny and I sat at The Attic in Mission Bay, me with wine, and her with beer, and we just talked. Reminisced about the good old days at the cafe, talked about what had happened over the last 3 years of lost contact, and just laughed about being back with each other.
She had dinner, and I perved at the INCREDIBLY good-looking American waiter. The unfortunate thing about going to The Attic is that I am well-known there by the staff due to the frequent visits from The Asian and I. So I walked in and the hot American asked if he should pour up a tequila shot, making me look like an alcoholic in front of Fanny. She didn’t mind though, and I explained to her that The Asian and I normally have at least 1 tequila shot when we go there.
Once back at home, and fairly tipsy, I told the Husuband about my evening, and then headed to bed.
While drifting off to sleep I was thinking about how funny it is that there are people who you can go for years without seeing or talking to, and yet when you see them again, it is like no time has passed. Those are the true friends and relationships that I want my life to be based on.
One of the other people in my life like this has been a part of my life since primary school. We were best friends at school, and when I moved primary schools, we lost contact for a few years until I saw her on Facebook while living in a youth facility for people who are a danger to themselves. I added her on facebook and we started talking. After a wee while of chatting, I told here about my situation at the time, and she came and visited me at the facility regularly. The only person to regularly come and visit me. Since then, we have lost contact and regained it many times. And the greatest things is that everytime it is like we spoke last week. I love Chanelle (and her son) for ever, and for always ❤