Thursday was a relaxing day in a week of tiring ones. I decided to ignore my 9 o’clock alarm, and actually get the sleep that I am entitled to on my week off. Although as the light shines through the curtains it becomes more and more difficult to keep my eyes closed and enjoy the slumber. So I got up. Nevertheless my tiredness didn’t seem to escape; it followed me into my shower and didn’t let me go until I was downstairs having some breakfast. The house was particularly jubilant, seen as it was New Years’ Day in the Indian calendar (saving your question about having a celebration in the middle of October) but it didn’t really feel like a “happy” new year. Since the dawn of time, man has taken this day to reflect and make empty promises to better himself, knowing that this new start is not so glamorous after the day is over. Resolutions. You know, there are more gym membership subscriptions taken in January (Western New Year) then there are in any other month; which shows that people want to start as they mean to go on. But, there are more cancellations of gym memberships in February than in any other month. So I think that sort of speaks for itself. Yes I know I am cynical, but then again at least I am honest about it.
I digress. Today was the day when I was going to go and have some lunch with a friend, someone who in her own words is “so beautiful and clever and smart and kind and generous” and “the most awesomest person in the ever” (direct quotes). I know that she will be reading this in anticipation so I am going to leave the descriptions there, in case I put my foot in my mouth (yes, and I think that may have just happened). Well, we decided that she was going to take me to one of her favourite restaurants and that we were going to try something different. I was intrigued, I was not fussy with food, and judging by the size of my belly, there can’t have been many things that I hadn’t come across before. And I was right, and so was she, it was different, but the same. I am going to explain, don’t worry. Well, it was a classic Italian restaurant with all the pizzas, pastas and tiramisus that you would find normally, but the service was different. You queued up for your food behind stations (which I was not a fan of at first; it reminded me of bus stops for some bizarre reason), but then you ordered and it was made fresh in front of you to your tastes and requirements. Most of you are probably going that is not different at all, look at Subway, but the thing was that the ingredients were really fresh and there was a better atmosphere than employees just throwing stuff into the microwave and waiting for the “ding”. I ordered pasta and not only was it a healthy portion, but it was also spicy and to my taste, which is difficult to get in those sorts of restaurants.
I highly recommend the place, it is called Vapiano’s and I am sure that my friend who is reading this is smiling because I am recommending it to you guys. It was a nice day and we got to chat about what we had been up to and how everything was going. The thing that I like about her is that the conversation is never too awkward and she always has an infectious laugh to break any of that up. At the same time, I think that we just sort of click which is nice because I have not had that sort of connection with many people recently. It also helps that we are sort of on the same wavelength and we have the same sort of views. Also we can just have a laugh, and I can take time out of my busy lifestyle and not have to think about anything in particular and just have fun. You have probably guessed that she is a dinner friend, or maybe more appropriately a lunch friend in this case.