Singapore Slings and Singers that hit the mark

Feeling a little flushed from the two very saccharine sweet drinks I had with D just now. We went to Long Bar. I'm surprised that he actually suggested the place because we've actually never gone drinking together before. Not that I can remember at least. We usually stuck to the tried and true burger joints or coffee haunts.

To be honest, the thing I enjoyed the most were the peanuts. And being able to toss them on the floor. I did it in the most unglam, Singaporean manner. In the "I've never littered in my life and I'm uncomfortable with it since I'm Singaporean" manner. Kind of reminds me of how I couldn't even spit out my gum in Morocco in the countryside because it didn't feel right. It's times like these that I feel absolutely truly Singaporean. Not my proudest patriotic moment.

Another unglam albeit somewhat patriotic moment of the night was my order of the Singapore Sling. I laughed hard when D ordered the strawberry daiquiri. How girly I told him. The Singapore Sling was a tad embarrassing, especially when a whole troop of American tourists sitting behind me (probably a tour group) was happily sipping the same concoction. My drinking of the Singapore Sling was akin to a Parisian proclaiming her love for the Eiffel tower. 'Nuf said.

It was good to hear from him and to hear how his life has been unfolding all these months since we last met. We last talked in February, but it's really different to see him and it made me realise that he has come to a comfortable place in his life, where everything seemed to come together and all was good. It was good to see that he had grown so much over the last year. I felt really happy for him. And it was good to laugh when I aired my gripes and when the band started playing songs that really fit the sentiments I was sharing. It also felt comfortable and warm to share about the things that mattered.

There was a sadness when it ended because I felt that I had stopped still but he had moved on. Last year, we were on the same page somewhat. Hopeful, and wandering, and unsure of what God had in store for us. This year, he had moved one step closer towards certainty. But still I was meandering.

We got more drinks. Now I got the strawberry daiquiri and he got the slightly manlier mojito. And then the tourists took their leave. As I sat there and watched the "satay fans" hanging from the ceiling flip back and forth and watched the band with the forlorn air doing their routine, I couldn't help but wonder whether this feeling would ever go away.

But it was a good night =)