CHICKEN MILKSHAKES

Dean and Ruskidd laughing at the fact they always have bad photos together.

Dean and Ruskidd laughing at the fact they always have bad photos together.

Where would anyone be without friends? Can you imagine Calvin without Hobbes, Spongebob without Patrick or what if they never introduced french fries to cheeseburgers? It'd be terrible. Over my many years of living, I've come to learn the value of friendship and how they can transform a regular Tuesday night into a wondrous adventure you can tell your grandchildren's grandchildren one day. It all started at Belle's Hot Chicken...

At the table you had your gracious narrator, Dean and Ollie from Fun Apparel, Ruskidd and Aaron (international bad boy and all-around nice guy). Awaiting our bucket of chicken and Dean's mushrooms, we bantered on about Ruskidd's upcoming solo show, Weeaboos and how being technically good at drawing doesn't always translate to well conceived artworks. Jokes were fired from one end of the wooden table to the other, and in-between my loud bursts of laughter we learnt of Ollie's strange gift for video game voices (imagine Wario or an evil 8-bit squirrel.) After dusting off our primary-school level mathematics, we paid the bill and set off for The Red Triangle.

Ollie enjoying his vanilla glazed donut and his after-dinner mint milkshake - like a bause.

Ollie enjoying his vanilla glazed donut and his after-dinner mint milkshake - like a bause.

You could describe The Red Triangle like something out of a Tarantino film, or having a similar atmosphere to a Tom Waits song from the '70s. Sinking a little too much into the couches, we kicked our feet up and awaited our various-flavoured milkshakes. Great jokes are never too far away from good company, so after Dean and Aaron's failed attempt of a serious chess match, we we're all bantering again. We discussed the ridiculous antics of the Tim and Eric show, talked about our favourite comedians and debated whether or not King of the Hill was a good show.

Something we didn't expect, was to be glassed by one of the workers. Sorry, that must have been a very misleading intro to a paragraph, what I meant was that one of the staff members dropped a glass on the table and although I was blasted by small shards, Ollie was the one who got two small cuts on his knee (the consequence of wearing shorts to a bar fight.) After laughing about the fact he was bleeding, the staff wiped away their tears, and offered to give Ollie a free milkshake and toastie. Already full to the brim, Ollie scraped the top of the milkshake and so we could take it home, they gave us an empty ice-cream tub to put the toastie in. Oh, by the way, the milkshakes were delicious.

A confused pedestrian wondering what we we're doing.

A confused pedestrian wondering what we we're doing.

If we all went to high school together, I don't think we would have got along. There's something about getting older, where you learn to suspend any judgement and open yourself up to new conversations. Being comfortable enough to be unreasonable and laugh at a friend's bleeding knee is a luxury in today's computer screen society. Although they're not what you'd consider the 'best' friends to have around, they're still some of the best friends I have and you can quote me on that one.

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