We caught up with friends last night (Saturday) at The Dick, the Dick Whittington Hotel. While the hotel's menu is very limited, the food and the service make up for it.
Our ex NT politician friend and his Fijian Indian partner have returned from a holiday in Fiji. R had to pick the Brighton Antique Dealer up from Balaclava Station while I went straight to dinner from work. BAD brought along a friend, a fellow antique dealer who has financial troubles. Financial troubles can be quite relative. He lives in a large house in Kew with two houses behind which he also owns. He is considering buying an apartment in Paris. (Grace has just turned a violent shade of green) Personally, at eighty years old, I think he has left his run a bit late for a Parisian apartment. I have no idea if he is gay and no one else does. He rather likes our Fijian Indian friend and seems to cotton on to him. One can speculate, but who would know.
Our dyke friend was otherwise engaged and I made her apologies to the dyke hotel bar attendant. I may have been out of order passing on something that was not said, but no real harm done.
Also in attendance were our Brother Friends. We have known them for over thirty years but yet they are to desert us. They are moving to Thailand for a three month trial, followed by another three month trial. They have for a long time wanted to live in Thailand and now that they have retired, the time has arrived for them to bite the bullet. They are being cautious and hope they will be content with renting two studio apartments in a small, modern and conveniently located hotel. Good luck to them and while of course we will stay in touch with them via electric wires and radio waves, our number of friends will be further reduced, to about two people or three people.
We partied with our Brother Friends in earlier years, spent late nights out at bars and dance parties, being stoned together and had day time outings and picnics with them. We have seen their various friends, close friends and acquaintances come and go, as they have seen ours. We have holidayed with them, locally and overseas. We have had issues with them at times, as they have had with us. Now our connection is reduced to a couple of meals out a month and perhaps a twice yearly visit to each other's abodes. Oh yes, the weekly phone call and very occasional email too. Our friend in Japan moved away from Australia but I think we've kept quite a good connection with her since she left. I am not sure it will be the same for our Brother Friends. It really feels like another era ends, an era I have known for most of my life.
I am a little troubled about us running out of friends, yet I also feel some relief and I have no desire to add new friends. I worry that we don't have many friends, yet we don't feel the need for more. Perhaps it is because R and myself are very dependant on each other. In many ways we are quite opposite, so where he excels, I fail and where he fails, I excel. We are now quite well connected to family too. But there will be the day when R is not around anymore or my blog posts will stop dead. Have no fear though, I will take you on the journey of my long and lingering death, hopefully with a witticism from my death bed.
Yes, feeling a little maudlin. I will be over it in the morning.