|Courtesy of debretts.co.uk. You won't hear more from me than this.|
My friends here in Indonesia know all about the drama from last weekend. It was a perfect storm of the way Jakarta can louse up plans, a lack of communication, an additional lack of phone with which to communicate and lots of drinking (not on my part). He pulled a 180 on me and I was totally over-turned by the events and they're unexpected nature. Since it's all still new and (now less than) shiny, I had only a short history for comparison and was sure it was all intentionally inflicted agony.
|I was one part crying, upset woman|
|and one part Calvin angry tantrum.|
Zoë put up with me longer than anyone else, but she wasn't cast in the role of sole supporter. I found myself encircled by girls who held me up and held me together all weekend. Lest the girls get all the props, there were two sweet boys who did everything possible to make me smile, and both succeeded. Who'd have thought an American guy and a Frenchman would be the ones helping me regain my sense of humor and smile?
They joined the small flock of lovely ladies that did everything they could to simultaneously support, vindicate my logic, trash the person in question, rub my back and just let me cry. They were there in person, on blackberry messenger, and in my thoughts. To the family I now know I have in Indonesia, thanks. Next one is on me.