We went to The Horn African Cafe & Restaurant with Fafa’s colleagues and their partners. Triple date and I wasn’t particularly a fan of African food. The stake was high.

We ended up having a great time sharing a big plate of sour fermented bread with four unnamed dishes. We even repeated the order and the wine.

There were many stories shared. Jacqui’s flea market bargain fabrics to Shree’s mishap using conditioner as a shampoo for a couple of months.

I really enjoyed their company. But also got reminded that I have yet to find my own gang here. There is Amanda, but she is currently busy with her wedding preparation.

Oh well, I just got to be patient and nice and, according to Fafa, slightly weird.