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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Auld Acquaintance

What is it about meeting up with old friends that puts your life in such sharp relief?

A round of panicky last minute e-mailing had gathered a troupe of my best uni friends in a chrome-gleaming restaurant one quite undecently cold January night in Madrid (I feel cheated. Spain is supposed to warm).

"You look exactly the same!" Tiny Dancer told me. In a way, this is of course reassuring. It means that at least my face hasn't hardened into a leathered mask, a la Brigitte Bardot after all those days frolicking sans sun screen in St Tropez.

In another way, it is ever so slightly depressing. Does this mean I have the same eager-beaver demenour displayed in all those over-exposed party shots that I keep in fond rememberance of the baccanalia of youth? I'm all home-made haircut and misguided earrings in those photos, and look like I just arrived to the big city from a childhood planting potatoes back at the farm.

Somehow I hoped that a-little-bit-jaded-but-sexy-with-it persona would have developed over the years. After all, I am twenty eight now.

But no such luck.

"Have you shrunk?" another puzzled friend asked me.
"No, don't be silly," I retorted in my best schol-marm fashion, although I was privately alarmed. (Surely not? And I was wearing wedge heals.)

By the end of the night, Cute Freak pensively said: "You never used to get drunk off one gin and tonic."
"Oh, I'm not drunk," I told her teary-eyed. "Have I told you that you are my bestest friend?"
"Taxi!" Cute Freak said.

So that's it. I'm as goofy as ever, only shorter and more easily intoxicated.

Oh - had my friends changed, did you ask? Ach, don't be silly. They were exactly the same.


At 4:13 PM, Blogger Morris said...

It sounds like you are having a panic attack!

Mr. Morris
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At 5:46 PM, Blogger Lucky said...

What is it that Joan Cuzak says in Gross Point Blank?

"they were all the same, it was just as if everybody had swelled."

I saw dear old friends this weekend, and I was very glad to see how little they had changed.

And I thought for sure their souls would have been crushed by the weight of the world by now....

At 5:48 PM, Blogger Lucky said...

Doh, that's Cusack! Cusack! Oh well....

At 9:49 AM, Anonymous mia said...

I have always wondered where "auld" comes from... Is it another way of writing "old" or what is it!?

At 7:44 PM, Blogger Swedish Girl said...

Your right, lucky - we don't want our friends to change, even though we might want to change ourselves...

Mia - yup, I think "auld" is old in Scots...

At 9:06 PM, Blogger TheLondonGuy said...

Being a Scot myself, I can confirm without a shadow of doubt that Auld is Scots for Old.

Not only that but Auld Acquaintance is a lyric from Auld Lang Syne by Scots poet Robert Burns.

So there!

At 9:09 PM, Blogger Rocío said...

ok, I honestly tell you i became a swedishgirlinlondon-holic! i love the way you write! it's a pleasure to read everything you write. it's fresh, it's hilarious, intelligent and smart. thanks for these moments of pleasure reading! MIL BESOS! : )


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