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A Grabber at the screening, looked much better in the film

Yesterday was just one of those days, nothing quite worked out the way I wanted but it ended in a great premier and cocktails with a very good friend.

A few weeks ago I saw Grabbers in a press-preview and I really enjoyed it, a funny and well-written Irish independent film that made me laugh. So when I got the chance to go to the premier I grabbed the tickets (pun intended) and invited a friend to partake in a fun night out.

Yesterday was that night and we had so much fun. Not only did we get free wine and beer before the screening but after the film the lead actors, writer and director were there to talk about the film and give us some few extra giggles.

Afterwards my friend and I went down to the Gin Palace and ordered cocktail to accompany our chat and we sat till late talking about families, the good the bad and the evil. And while we sipped our colourful drinks and contemplated our lives a tiny thought crept in to the recesses of my brain, funny how we sometimes feel more ourselves with friends than with our families.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that we can be who we are, no childhood history or sibling rivalry, or maybe it’s be cause we are free from the role we have within our family structures. Or maybe it’s because we can redefine words and phrases, break away from communication patterns, but whatever it is friends seem to hear us better, speak clearer and understand what we mean.

As the hours passed and the bar and our glasses emptied I a remembered a quote by an unknown, that seemed to fit my silent pondering. So when I hugged my friend goodbye, I couldn’t help but feel yes, she is part of my selected family.

Here’s to the nights that turned into mornings. The friends that turned into family. The dreams that turned into reality and the likes that turned into love.