“A picnic is more than eating a meal, it is a pleasurable sate of mind.”
― DeeDee Stovel,
In my head, the song of the evening was Óle by John Newman. Super chill and super calming, the sun danced through the small leaves of the trees around us, turning them saffron and dappling the grass around us with the ghosts of baby leaves.
My pals, they had really good taste in food: Pita, falafels, biscotti, dips, pumpkin, sweet potatoes, cucumber, tomatoes, pasta, cookies, energy bars, chocolate, and fruits! I certainly did leave the picnic feeling blissfully satiated. We played Categories too, wherein Hungarian chilli was considered a fruit and really accurate distinctions between categories needed to be made: Living or dead politician, Famous dead non-politician, Living non-politician celebrity, …
Ching, an effortless sweetheart, has such a beautiful smile and was great at getting people to talk about matters close to their heart; I definitely see a social worker in her. Alicia, who I met for the first time yesterday, was an absolutely sassy and gregarious Pokémon trainer with beautiful natural curls; definitely the life of the party. Amanda, whose voice I found warm and delightfully mellow, and whose butt was still hurting from a night of cycling (10pm – 8am), was ever excited about life (although not so much about Uni). Niki, who possesses a really chill and calming aura that I’ve always loved, arrived in a new, cute bob-like haircut; she had just ended her last day of work at Baker & Cook. Cheryl was everything I imagined her to be and more — selfless, kind, fearless and faithful; yesterday was the first time meeting her after months of online interaction. Miriam, who was as amiable, warm, friendly and lovely (lovelier than the beautiful dress she had on) as ever, was also the last person I bode farewell to after the picnic. We shopped for rice and soy milk, squealed over Coconut Bliss ice cream and updated each other a little about what was going on in each of our lives, but our conversation was cut short when the doors of the MRT opened at Holland Village. We hugged and I waved goodbye, smiling widely, as I walked out of the carriage and up the escalator.
“I don’t need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I’m happy. I’m satisfied. I’m content.” — Maria Sharapova
I had such a good evening, I’m so thankful I have these precious girls in my life.