We, women, are a complicated lot: we over- think almost everything, we don’t make friends with each other as easily as boys do, we are at some point (or once a month) overly sensitive and emotional, et cetera.
Despite these eccentricities though, there are just moments when I’m amazed at how much women can be, well, amazing. Case in point: my Hen’s Kitties’ Night Out. AKA the Bachelorette Party.
There were hilarious games and even more hilarious stories downed with a copious amount of pizza and wine in that magically pink hotel room.
The amazing thing was that prior to this evening, some of them hadn’t even talked to each other in their lives. These were different women from different stages of my life. And yet there we were, giggling and laughing at each other as if we’d all shared dormitory rooms in some boarding school.
Despite the hangover and some unaccountable body pain, mental images cannot be forgotten:
Like when we all walked together, arm in arm, below some bridge at Clarke Quay where a street musician was playing a familiar tune with his guitar. And suddenly we all broke into song; were singing Wonderwall at the top of our lungs.
“I said maybeeeh, you’re gonna be the one that saves me (saves meeeh). And after aaall, you’re my wonderwaaall!!!”
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The art of letter writing has never been more essential than in these fast-paced times. While we are all moving at different paces and swinging from one zone to another, kindly allow me to slow down.
Let me describe a parallel, near- forgotten world for you... a world where snails are the unlikely heroes and vegetables tell us jokes.
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