The Posh French Restaurant

I wrote this one in Feb (16th if you must know).

So. Here's the best bit about good friends. Is that they're good friends.
SK is definitely in their. We've been through a lot together - hated each other at times- but that's cause fooling around in bed got in the way, but now. We can sit, and be ourselves with each other ( I think she does it a lot easier than I do) and just be chill.

Today, and I'm only writing this as I want to remember it. Maybe to use a snippet later for general posting. We're sitting at Mondy's and I'm in a bit of a mope about stuff, and we were discussing whether it is safe to bring up the mopey side to a new intérêt . Someone I hope to be dating in the long run, and SK said,

"No, that's only for people who know you and can let you be that way and deal with it. Otherwise, she'll see it, and will completely think that that person, is you. Not a good thing. Its OK if you vallow and vhine with us, but not her."

Now, until this point of the conversation, we were two friends, one listening to the deep advice the other was giving. Mood = Comfy Serious. But after "vallow and vhine" it was kind of hard to go on listening... I had to crack up laughing.

"What?" She asked, knowing full well where I was in my head.
I then said, politely (trying so hard to reign in my angrezi elitism)
"You mean, wallow?"

"I'm from Delhi yaar."
Damn right I thought. That's good enough for me!
We started laughing together, but as we did, it just got better...

"But babes, it sounded like you were naming some kind of posh french restaurant"
"Yeah I know managed by Indians "
"Totally.... in Delhi! "

Both of us rolling on the floor with laughter.
I guess you had to be there. But it was funny.

And I didn't feel at all bad that I could correct her pronunciation in a good healthy way, I didn't feel like being phoreign returned was a bad thing (sometimes I do - if you can't already tell) , and we could laugh, at both me and her, and together at ourselves. That felt good.