B O U G I E (noun)
bü-ˌzhē : boo-jee
Derived from the French word bourgeoisie to describe the middle class in reference to their materialistic values and conventional attitudes; bougie is a term to describe anything considered upscale from a lower class perspective.
Friday night dinner was cute and fancy and 2-hours-but-still-not-enough of catching up with Tisha. We met during the initial interview process for Zara and kept contact in between our next interviews; me flying to Coruña at the same time she was called in to Barcelona for Massimo Dutti. In the end, she went back to her home in Stockholm where she took on an internship and later a job in menswear. Last summer we met up again for a quick coffee while I was visiting Pops and it seems like so many worlds away from now.
I remember how we talked about our new job prospects and the excitement of making a new home for ourselves and learning new language and the early anticipation of our first days to follow. We sat outside and under the sun and sipped our overpriced coffees and snacked on overpriced sweets. Over a year later, together again but this time around we talked about all the dirty truths of everything we had learned and swapped stories on how to deal with lost loves and life changes and the itch to move on and away. We sat next to a busy bar in a busy restaurant and ate my most expensive meal to date. Perhaps it was hunger or the conversation or the company (of course it was the company) but it might have also been one of the greatest meals to date too.
Riche, as Tisha told me, is a "snob pre-drink destination before hitting all the expensive clubs with overpriced mixed drinks" but worth a treat if you're really looking to treat. There's a pretty big high-society vibe to the place but it's beautiful and comfy nonetheless. I might have cared about being underdressed in another world but honestly, we talked so much I only took a peak around the room when I had to go to the bathroom and actually who cares about that shit anyways. We spent a bomb but it wasn't for nothing. The portions were decent (probably bigger than what you'd find in London) and food was good. Like really good. Like I really would recommend people to go there if you want to splash out for a time. And if not, go there anyway. The debt will survive and it's a sweet experience. Obviously we didn't pass on dessert(s) and finishing our coffee, Tisha guessed the total damage. And actually, she guessed too high (thank god) so it was kind of a nice surprise to end on.
We walked to the train stop and said our first goodbye and then proceeded to stand in the cold for another short while as the conversation continued. Two more goodbyes later, we forced ourselves to cut the conversation short with the hopes of seeing each other again sooner than later and headed our separate ways.
The last time I saw Benny, he told me that I was the bougi-est person he knew. And of course, I objected straight away. The girl who is so frugal with her money she won't turn on the heating even if it means she has to wear a minimum of three layers to bed? The girl who eats the leftovers off her friends plates because wasting food causes her physical pain to the heart? The girl who refuses to buy a single item of clothing at its full price and instead takes it as a sign that it wasn't meant to be if she misses it in the sales?
And then I think back to this last Friday night dinner and ok ok, perhaps I am a little.. bougie. I'm a save and splurge kind of girl. And when it comes to food, I honestly have no self-control. So if that makes me bougie, so be it. Because this dinner made me realise how much I needed it. We probably both needed it. I know it's the company always makes the meal but great food doesn't hurt either. And I've always felt better after, spending on good food is something I've never regretted. So I think sometimes, we should just call it self care. Because these things are important. And especially dessert. This is a rule.