Levity

There are bless­ings to count. S com­ing back from Syd­ney has been a godsend.

Today, after work, we met at our local, as per nor­mal every Fri­day and Sat­ur­day for the past two months now, and we had our com­pul­sory Hoe­gaar­den half a litre.

Then we headed off SHOPPING! S needed new clothes for his string of job inter­views. He had his mum buy him a Hugo Boss suit ear­lier in the week for his first inter­view, and he called us the day of his inter­view to ask how to tie a tie.

Today, on H’s rec­om­men­da­tion, we headed to Raoul’s, where the shirts are damn nice lor.

It is not often guys shop together for clothes (!), but we three kings of ori­ent went and did it with much glee. Me and H picked out shirts for S to try, and we were, as usual, pok­ing fun at every­thing in the shop, much to the con­ster­na­tion of the ner­vous sales staff. I don’t think they’ve encoun­tered gig­gly straight men either.

After he had made his pur­chases, S said, “You know, I like shop­ping with you guys ‘cos it’s the clos­est thing to shop­ping with women”.

There was a very preg­nant pause.

Then we headed off to din­ner at a Japan­ese restau­rant where me and H and his girl­friend tried to per­suade S to try the Katsu-Don because “Japan­ese pork is halal”. (We had ear­lier tried to trick him into try­ing a pair of pig-skin lined Raoul shoes).

We ate, we drank, we gig­gled some more, then we went home.