Just like old days....
We're into our third bloody mary. Janice makes them good. The music is pumpin'. We're listening to Matt Darey's podcast titled 'Nocturnal'. If you're into house/trance, you'd like this stuff. I've been waving my arms like some trippy clubber, Janice has been bobbing her head with a look on her face that says, 'this is good shit'. Reminiscent of the old days.

On one of our first outings, when we were just getting to know each other as friends, we had a couple of pints at Muddy Murphy's. She'd done her time in the U.K. and I'm particularly partial to good ale. Kilkenny's draught was well appreciated by us both. But at the time, we were both poor sods. I was a student, she's was a young journalist. So I made what would seem an inappropriate proposition at the time.

"This will sound very forward, but want to go back to my place?", I ask. "I've got a good bottle of wine at home".

I guess she felt comfortable with me as said "Yeah, sure."

Anyway, got back to my place and I opened a bottle of wine. I started my computer up and the dance mp3 list kicked off. She loved it. The music, that is. I suppose she liked the company as well. She left at 4:30am; after a good 5 hours of chatting, listening to trance and wine. I asked her to stay but being the good girl that she was, she made it home in time so her folks wouldn't worry.

Fast forward 5 years later and we're sharing the same moment. Some things change... and some things don't.