Somewhere between endless chats and tarot card readings, I looked around and found beautiful eyes looking back at me with camaraderie so strong it sent shivers down my spine. Was it fate that we were all together at those moments to share the glitz of the city whenever the sun was down?
We each held our martini glasses, bleary-eyed from too much toxic and laughter, as the clock turned and before we realized it was past midnight it was time to kiss our drunken goodbyes. And we parted, till the following night, plans hatched in internet chats and phone messages and in no time we strolled the city, beer and karaoke night screaming out songs of heartbreak and rolling on the floor laughing, or we would sit pretty with a glass of wine, stuffing nachos down keeping the conversation up, or it could be dancing up the stage barefoot with reckless abandon and when the lights were finally on we disposed ourselves into the nearby 24 hour chicken porridge stall.
Somewhere between flirting with the bartender and being stood up on dates, we found each other. And I hope it would glue us together, no matter where we part.
(for my gals)
