Right, I know I just posted for countdowns #3 & #4. But since countdown #5 has ended yesterday, I might as well put it in before the memories fade. I am supposedly getting (ahem) older. Haha...
Anyways, Countdown #5 - Good ol' Monday.
After a wonderfully good weekend with mostly myself, it was yet again another start to a brand new work week. Monday, a bluesy bitter one every single time it is associated with work. Heh! The day started out alright. I got ready for work and decided to put on my brand new jacket for work and even though the outfit probably wasn't the most matching, I still thought the jacket would salvage the absence of care in my appearance. You probably don't believe me when I say that I didn't care how I looked at work, or maybe you do. But I tell you how much I didn't care... I did not comb my unruly curly hair at all throughout the day, not a hint of make-up, and half of the day, I was not even wearing proper work shoes. Hah! But some time in the middle, I decided to be a good girl and put on my work shoes.
Did I mention the whole day was crappy too? Oh yes, it was like God wanted me to have a good time but before that could happen, I'd have to undergo a series of crap so that I'd be more grateful. Believe me God, I am. Thank YOU so much for giving me a good end to the Monday.
As the day ended, even though I was super stressed and frustrated, I had another thing to look forward to... my dinner with Pinkstar. We were initially planned to meet tonight but by the powers that be, we somehow shifted the dinner to Monday. It could not have come at a much more opportune moment.
Dinner with Pinkstar is always fun. We'd eat and then talk about anything to catch up and next thing you know, the sugar hits and both of us will be a giggling duo. We'd reminisce, talk about life, work, about our friends and family, food, travels... you guessed it - ANYTHING. Haa... I love friendships that could not have an awkward phase.
And the thing with dinner with Pinkstar is, we'd NEVER realise just how late we'd stayed at the restaurant until suddenly the waiter comes over with the bill... without us asking for it. Haha... I was so pleasantly surprised when she insisted she pay for my dinner in celebration of my birthday. Made me feel like a total douchebag though since I couldn't treat her for her birthday dinner last month when I met up with her. I was in a fix monetary-wise last month. Sorry babes... but the next one will be on me! Hehe...
I went home a happy camper. :)