The bar was warm and cosy. Outside, it was raining, windy, and we escaped inside into the warm. This wasn’t the November of a few years ago, when we sat at the same bar, upstairs and on the deck, watching the ferries come and go, the yachts and rowers out on the harbour enjoying the longer evenings. This was a gloomy wet Friday evening. Our favourite cocktail lounge upstairs was closed for a private Halloween party, and so we were downstairs, without the view.
But that didn’t bother us. There was a birthday to toast with bubbles, two trips to talk about, and four and a half months of silence (except for one late night (for me)/early morning (for her) Skype in August) to make up for. The hours whizzed by, and it was time to leave. We’ll do it again soon. And it doesn’t matter if the weather improves or not. Spring is notoriously unpredictable here in Wellington. But the company always makes up for it.