It's weird that I hate spontaneity but that I love surpises. Of the good kind.
Yesterday Suk invited me over to his place for lunch and while I wandered around his apartment and his walk-in wardrobe (!!) contemplating at what stage in my life I would ever be able to afford to live in such dream, Suk prepared a feast of kimbap (Korean sushi) and other side dishes that made it officially my first Asian meal since I came here. We bonded over our time at Alexander Wang (Suk left his internship only a month before I started mine and then went back later as a freelance designer for a few months) and swapped stories over our old bosses. I gained a whole new insight into the company and its employees and I took a deep breathe and realised how grateful I was for the end of my time there.
After lunch we took a walk into town and saw a bus pass us advertising a free service to the shopping outlet on its side.
"There's a shopping outlet in Coruña?!"
"Yeh! Oh but I didn't know you could take a bus.. Shall we go??"
We ran after the bus and boarded it gasping for air and laughed about the randomness of the day. It was a small outlet, close to the airport, but it had the typical outlet-kind-of stores - Nike, Calvin Klein Jeans, The Body Shop etc. - and we browsed (and Suk bought) the clothes and shoes and finally we sat down for apple cake while we waited for the bus. Walking back to Suk's apartment we stopped by the local magazine shop and I picked up a copy of L'Officiel España which turned out to be the very first Spanish issue (the original L'Officiel is French) that had just been released and so of course I paid the 4€ for the first edition print because don't you know that I love to collect/hoard potential collectables at stupidly cheap prices! A minute later we found a chocolate shop selling Belgium chocolates that Suk recognised from Holland and so many other sweet treats that made me smile so hard. We shared graduate collections with each other over tea and chocolate-covered crisps (!!) that Suk bought from the chocolate shop and went out for dinner around 9.30pm.
I got home at 11.30pm and only then did I realise how exhausted I was. And only then did I realise that I had never talked so much about fashion as I had yesterday. So much that it kind of made me sick. It's kind of surprising when you think you know so little about what you're supposed to know so much about and you can still talk about it for hours with the right people. Perhaps that's the art of bullshitting. But it's ok because I went for a run as soon as I woke up today to "clear my head" and ate a huge slice of walnut cake later. You know, for balance.