It’s a weird thing: Goodbye. The thought that this could be the last time you see someone. The last soy flat white at your fav cafe. Last morroccan meal at a friend’s place, followed by Biodome. (don’t ask!) But these thoughts haven’t just occurred to me over the past couple of weeks while we’re saying Goodbye to our friends and family in brisbane. I’ve often thought that way going to work. Like every interaction I have during the day could be the last one I have with some person.
And it is, ofcourse. So usually I would say to myself ‘Therefore don’t be such a bastard to people, coz this could be the last time..’. Especially at the pharmacy, where, like most retail business, you get some annoying people, sometimes. That thought usually lasts for about 2 hours.. Then after the 5th annoying, demanding person I would look at one of my colleagues and say ‘I think it’s time for coffee’. Mr nice guy doesn’t last very long sometimes.
So it was nice the other night when The Boys came over to have one last Hurrah with me at my mate Aaron’s place down the road. Because it could be the last time we get together like this. It was a really chilled mid-week night vibe. There were friends from different circles and eras there. People introduced themselves and seemed to get on. There was a lot of talking and laughing and much well-wishing. That sort of thing means a lot to me. Some even kick on to a local pub for a bit after. So I just wanna say THANK YOU to The Boys for putting up with my (occasional?) bastard moments over the years, and for coming over and hanging out before we fly out of Brisbane on Monday 6 Feb. It’s the last time, for a little while.
