Gayle and I were supposed to meet up on this day, after the EV show in the city. I mean, we sort of talked about it in one of our text messages. The kind that sort of goes, Maybe I'll see you after the show. Rock up at your workplace and maybe stroll along the Yarra after your work or whatever. Something to that effect, except maybe vaguer.
Sometime after that, she mentioned that she didn't work there anymore so according to my logic, that sort-of plan was definitely scrapped. Automatically. I doubted she would even be in the city on a Saturday so I didn't bother messaging her.
But Jeff did.
So imagine my surprise when my own husband told me that my friend was also in the city that day and that he had already arranged for all of us to meet up later.
"How do you know Gayle's in the city?!" I asked, albeit defensively because who's friends with who here? Traitor.
"I messaged her," he said casually. Traitor.
So of course I had to redeem myself and my friendship with my oldest friend and immediately called Gayle to confirm who really was her friend but I only got voicemail.
My husband's messages gets a reply and I get a voicemail!
Hello?!
Anyway, she called me back or messaged me or whatever and it wasn't her fault. She was too busy looking at the penguins waddling at Sea Life Melbourne Aquarium and admittedly, those birds are pretty damn cute you sort of forget everything else when you see them so we then sort of agreed to meet up after the EV Show or whatever, whenever.
Thinking about it now, I feel like our problem in organising a catchup is that we're too flexible. We're the epitome of "See you when I see you" but with an exact date pencilled in, minus the time. Location to be announced later.
Long story short, we eventually managed to catch up at Carlton Gardens. A location Jeff decided for us and for our sakes considering how unfamiliar we both are with Melbourne City, for different reasons. She's new, I'm jaded.
I'm a basic 'burb girl.
It was a good date with lots of sunshine. We had a little takeaway souvlaki picnic on account of us having our very own personal UberEats delivery boy on rollerblades and Stalactites Restaurant being just down the road.
The kids had fun at the nearby playground. I'm glad Raven and Andrew get along quite well. So much so that we "planned" on hanging out again at Chadstone the next day.
More of that not happening on my next blog post, whenever.
*Raven at 7 years old
