house pours

Three years ago there was a party that we organised at a friend's house. He had everything, but a pitcher. Kristine obliged, and brought one for us. During closing time, the pitcher was washed, dried and put into a paper bag so she can take it back. She said she would leave it in the house until he leaves Singapore.

He was here for two years.

The pitcher was well used, I must say.

Somehow, it was never returned.

Lost forever. Not unlike a drunken missed call.

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Between Tink's never ending fever, RN's coke light craze, Farnie people's habits and healthe games, there doesn't seem to be any opportunity for house parties anymore.

It had been months since I was at a house party mixing drinks. I missed that.

Kristine once again, obliged. Almost.

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Last night, I found myself with another pitcher. "What is essential is invisible to the eye..."

I don't think any other pitcher will be like the one, but life goes on.