As you know, I hate parties, unless I pretty well know everyone there. But we are going to a party tonight. How exciting.
I don't know how we know this chap, but we used to often eat in his restaurant in Glenferrie Road, Hawthorn. He used to give us free port after dinner and sometimes asked us upstairs to where he lived. He had an amazing collection of Chinese artifacts and furnishings, all quite ugly really.
He was Vietnamese born and although he had been married and had a teenage son, he was very gay when we met him. We fell out of touch after he sold the restaurant. Out of the blue he rang the brother friends a couple of weeks ago and asked us to a party.
The brother friends enquired as to the health and age of his son, nothing to do with him being very nice looking. Expecting a reply that the lad was in his early twenties, they were and so am I, surprised to learn he is a thirty one year old solicitor. Where have the years gone.
Oh, yes, did I mention that the friend from the past now lives on the thirty sixth floor of a new city apartment building in Franklin Street?
Now R will get restless and want to move again if it turns out to be a classy place. I shall snobbishly point out to him that we at least, do not have a German owned supermarket at the base of our building.