| Watching Footy As a Bridge |
May 6, 2008 10:29 pm
Mood: Rested, 430 Views | Our friend T is so embarrassed since the fiasco with the wife.
Originally a bunch of us had made a standing appointment to return to the main cafe for the Man U/Chelsea match on 21 May. He was supposed to be one of the group booking the prime seats of the house.
I am not a footy fan by any means but I watch it so I can hang out with my friends and relatives. And anyway, Chelsea has been playing a rather decent game recently so I have started to cheer for any southern team playing Man U. Just to get the rest's goat.
So I knew I would be back for the weekend. And I knew T would be too embarrassed to show his face in any of the cafes for a long time.
It is unnecessary.
Friendship means forgetting.
I sent a message today.
Yo, T. Made booking for prime seats on Sunday for the Chelsea/Bolton, Man U/Wigan games. You up for it as will reserve a seat for you? Let me know.
No mention of wife. No mention of the hours spent at the cafe with her. No comment about all the dirty linen she wafted in our unwilling faces. No questions asked.
I doubt he will turn up. But if he did, we would have a couple of beers, smoke a couple of cigars and talk about the games. As normal.
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