Friend or Frenemy?

“I bought 2 Amazon products for someone to talk to” this is a direct quote from one of my friends and it had me howling, even saying it back now is making me chuckle. Cheers bird. In what could easily have been a scene from a cheesy chick flick me and some girlfriends sat around a kitchen table drinking whatever was put in front of us, talking shit, whilst the men folk did their own thing. We were chatting about the different dynamics of friendships groups and how extroverts and introverts can live happily ever after in good healthy friendships.

Having good friends is important to me and I think most birds will agree (I know, some birds don’t enjoy having girlfriends because hanging out with guys means less drama etc etc) that sitting around with your girlfriends sinking a couple……okay a few bottles of wine (oh fuck off judgey, as if two bottle of wine between more than two women are going to make it past the hour) is the best type of therapy.

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Why is it though, that sometimes we invite people into our lives and rather than being a good, healthy friendship, it turns out to be toxic; you know the type the bitches who make you question yourself, who are always trying to one up you all the time or make you feel bad about yourself so they can feel better about themselves.  These bitches exist, I have met up with a few girlfriends over the past week and even literally just asked a bird at work and in the past, they all had one of these toxic friendships.

Erm, so if you’re reading this and thinking you hypocritical bitch; firstly, thanks for reading my blog, secondly, my Insta is open if you want to see all the fun things I am doing and thirdly, I’m sorry. Because here’s the thing, can we all honestly look in the mirror and say nope, I have never been that bitch, I am not good frenemy material. Well if you haven’t, bully for you, go and polish your twattin halo and pray for all us bitches who sometimes make the mistake of being a complete and utter c**t (oops sorry if that offends, it’s okay to not be a bitch, some people just aren’t capable of being c**ts).

In other news: I had a fabulous evening last night with my oldest Canadian friend (as in time served. Not that it’s like a prison sentence being my friend (fuck, am I actually one of those bitches?!), we went to Vij’s it was amazing. Not sure even where to start with this place; the food was awesome, the service fabulous and the setting on the patio perfect. The owner grafted the whole time we were there taking the time to chat with his guests, take pictures of tables and oblige the selfie requests.

This place is mad popular, if you don’t have a reservation turn up early. The lineup got big pretty fast. You won’t regret the wait though, the food literally makes you dance in your seat 🙂

So about last weekend…….

It was mental like proper mental, along with my lovely friends we certainly made it a memorable weekend, left a lasting print on Vancouver (including my local wine shop) and made some new friends!

I won’t go into details, especially how one of us got a war wound and another motor boarded a new friends boobs (fully consented of course). We did have a lot of fun when the must drunken one of us found a phone that had been left in a taxi. Contrary to her strong belief and insistence, it did not belong to any of us.  When the owner called we had made some fabulous stories up about them and shared our hilarity with the server we’d had the previous night, who just happened to also be serving us brunch (she was our new BFF).  Anyway, the owner was reunited with her phone and that was the end of that!

I had a fabulous weekend and loved it when another awesome friend messaged me the next day saying “You have a wonderful group of empowering women for friends. Thanks for the reminder of the power of girls gangs.” An this is so true, all of my female friends are badass women; so to all of you, keep on slaying and own your awesomeness!

To anyone who needs help remembering their awesomeness I highly recommend reading the book in the pic. It’s an easy read, a bit sweary and full of useful advice. If you don’t want to buy the book then go stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself you are fuckin awesome. Have a wonderful day!

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