There’s nothing like a carton (not a plate) of hot wings from Chicken Licken to sort out a hangover. That’s always the association I have with that place. The person who, finally, decided to bring it to Rosebank is my personal hero.
Today, hangover-less, I sat outside Chicken Licken for some hot wings with a new acquaintance, who I soon realised I hope to be a friend. You know, those girl crushes. When you realise how cool a person is and, without trying to seem desperate, can already tell you’d like to hang out with them (if it weren’t for one tiny, little thing).
And sitting in the sun, on a normal work day, we got to know each other. I never would have thought talking about our pasts, would immediately get to the deep, dark things that I’m pretty sure would have freaked anyone else out. Usually you deal with the same shit about where you grew up, your schooling, where you fucking hangout, yadi yada… But, eish, we took it there. Totally oblivious of our surroundings (I remember wondering afterwards if the group of guys quietly sitting next to us was listening), we went on and on for the duration of our meal.
And me, I’m usually the one who sits quietly and eggs you on to share your bit while I contribute very little to the conversation, but that was not the case today.
And it’s not to say I’ve found a new best friend – if anything, I doubt we actually will be friends. But I really appreciated that frankness of that chat, and what happened there – it was quite refreshing, and rare.
Today, hangover-less, I sat outside Chicken Licken for some hot wings with a new acquaintance, who I soon realised I hope to be a friend. You know, those girl crushes. When you realise how cool a person is and, without trying to seem desperate, can already tell you’d like to hang out with them (if it weren’t for one tiny, little thing).
And sitting in the sun, on a normal work day, we got to know each other. I never would have thought talking about our pasts, would immediately get to the deep, dark things that I’m pretty sure would have freaked anyone else out. Usually you deal with the same shit about where you grew up, your schooling, where you fucking hangout, yadi yada… But, eish, we took it there. Totally oblivious of our surroundings (I remember wondering afterwards if the group of guys quietly sitting next to us was listening), we went on and on for the duration of our meal.
And me, I’m usually the one who sits quietly and eggs you on to share your bit while I contribute very little to the conversation, but that was not the case today.
And it’s not to say I’ve found a new best friend – if anything, I doubt we actually will be friends. But I really appreciated that frankness of that chat, and what happened there – it was quite refreshing, and rare.
1 comment:
Ha ha ha!!!! Chicken Licken hot wings any freakin day, i say!!!!!! Suhweeet!
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