Day 200 – new haircuts, old friends

It is a sparkling, beautiful day for a haircut. I tell the hairdresser that I would be totally comfortable with a mohawk, but I think he wants to test the waters and see how I handle it before he goes chopping too much away. Either way, I am left with an edgy cut and Krystle and I spring out into the street, bumping into my friend, Chris, who I haven’t seen in years. I know when I am in the flow of life when I keep running into old friends. A warmth and a deep smile come about when you see each other again and the energy shifts to immediate laughter and excitement. But then again, when I am with Krystle, there is always laughter and excitement. We sit down at a cool little book store/cafe/bar that Chris works at and flick through a book about Marilyn Monroe. It is hard to tell that this woman was a size 12 and would now be criticised for being too fat. These days even at a size 8, women feel fat! James, who has the unfortunate nickname of TBag, meets us for more laughter. The three of us together are like an explosion of energy. Kelly comes down for a shirt visit after work, I contact another couple of old friends and as we roam about Surry Hills checking out all the bars along Crown and Foveaux, one of our friends is considering opening a bar here. We find Mulled Wine at Button Bar and I am in heaven. It is like Chai and Wine made love! Perfect for a cold winter night. We eat amazing food at the Dolphin and dance at El Loco. When my friend Carla arrives, she immediately joins our small circle and it is like the five of us have known each other for lifetimes. Maybe we have? Or maybe it is just the kind of friendships I make are usually with amazing and beautiful souls, people who are easy to get along with and jump straight into life and conversations. Carla is the kind of girl that hugs you and calls you babe when you get introduced. She is a fashion designer who spent years living in Paris and with her dark hair and striking eyebrows, has a smile that could light up a whole city! I don’t know this now but when I wake up I will still be smiling from this energy that we have created through our connections and our laughter. If friendship could sustain me, then I would never need to eat. If laughter could quench my thirst, I could walk through a desert. If music be the fruit of life, then let’s dance forevermore!

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