A Goodbye for Mai

I have never prided myself on being a spontaneous person… Acting impulsively is not one of those things that I’m into, known for, or comfortable with. But sometimes it can be a difficult thing to avoid, particularly living in a foreign country, where I find myself forced to succumb and adapt rather quickly.. and so, it was with Mai’s departure weekend. I couldn’t have predicted the outcome, and had I given myself time to think through it all, I would have denied myself the enjoyment that was Saturday night.

Following an intensively competitive few games of bowling, the crew headed to a beach party at the other end of the city. As is customary of our nights (days, and lives) we brought the debauchery, caused a ruckus, and began wrestling… This behaviour landed us, at 4 am, fully clothed, in the ocean. Once we were in there was no turning back, so under a moonlit sky, we frolicked in the warm crashing waves without a care .... trying to remain oblivious to how cold it would be once out, how hard it would be to get a cab, and how far it was to get home.

What followed were 4 grueling hours trying to warm up, and stay awake in order to get Mai to the airport for her 10am departure, and our tearful goodbye. A sad ending to a wonderful evening… but hurrah for the lack of sane logic that led to one of the best nights to date.