Mates

Just been to a friend's birthday dinner, a very significant birthday for a woman!  I think she had a good time and she was very generous and paid for the lot.  It was a good night and she enjoyed in particular opening her presents at the end and the real her came out as she ripped the wrapping off the various gifts.  I could imagine her as a small child opening presents with the same anticipation.  It was a good girly haul, but I noted that our humble elegant crystal necklace was appreciated but paled into insignificance compared to the Gucci jewellery, Prada perfume and Chanel make-up, still her other mates know her well.  She is a self-confessed shopaholic and loves the labels.  However as she ripped the wrapping she was veracious, and reminded me of a slathering beast devouring a carcass.  An honest reaction I suppose. 

I am not a labels person and I know it is not generous of me, but I can't help feeling is it is yet another opium for the masses!  Looking around the room at her other mates, there was a lot of straightened long hair, high heels, leopard print and people discussing the calories in the birthday cake.  It was a good evening, I chatted to people I already knew and briefly chatted to a few I didn't and we had a good feed and drink and got a lift home - nice.   It was hoped that a few of us at least would go out for a large night doing karaoke and more drinking but it wasn't to be.  Shame.  So home by 1.05am.