10

I was nervous, which was weird because I had known her through long telephone conversations, longer forum chat sessions at ‘The Sisterhood’ and whole essays which normal people would call e-mails, for months already. But this would be the first time we would talk and flail and be in the same room together, face-to-face.

Now, don’t ask me to remember which name fits with a person or even to remember some faces, but I do remember dates and things that seem small to other people.

That is why I still remember what day it was that I picked up my future bff from the metro station and that the weather was hot and that I drove my beloved ’73 Scamp. Fuck, I even still remember that we ate spaghetti that night, haha (I blame that on the fact that we both wore white clothes and we are both incapable of keeping said white clothes clean when it comes to food that is not of the same color as those aforementioned clothes).

Anyway, that was to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship (thanks to Humphrey Bogart who kindly let me borrow his line). A friendship that would never have existed, had Christian never believed in love and thus never met Satine at the Moulin Rouge.

A friendship that took us all the way to London in 2005 to meet the man that was responsible for our friendship!

Today, exactly 10 years later, I find myself nervous again. We’ve got something planned that has been an idea for almost 8 out of those 10 years and finally decided it was time to do it and do it even bigger than we had ever thought of.

I’m not going to give away what that is just yet, that’s still a surprise but I can promise that you will never guess in a million years what that could be. (hint: we’re going to need the world’s biggest napkin)