If only for tonight

Today I feel somewhat…frivolous. In about an hour I’ll be on my way to a fancy restaurant to dine with my single lady friends. I know how it’ll go and I can’t wait for it: to sit quietly and slowly sip red wine while the girls chew the all-familiar men-shopping-travels-gossips-men issues. In those moments life seems delusively but yet so delightfully charming and innocent. 

Edit: The wine was white, with the utmost delicious blueberry scent. The talk was soothingly small sprinkled with light-hearted self-irony. It was just perfect.