For a while now, my little sister and I haven’t been getting along. There is no single definable reason as to why, we have just have been at odds.

My mother says it’s because we are both selfish – but that’s a post for another day.

When my sister and I fight, we find not talking to each other to be the best form of punishment. We are both sensitive and love each other too much to yell, so we just bide our time until one of us caves and tells the other that we miss them.

It’s a battle of who can stay silent the longest.

Truth be told neither of us ever lasts very long.  We’re close and ridiculously lost without each other. So you can imagine my relief when I got the following text from her:

I guess we are still not on the best of terms, but Royal Bliss will be at the Huka Bar this Friday and it won’t be worth going if I didn’t go with you…

Needless to say, my heart melted.

I asked ED if he wanted to go and that my sister had extended the invite. He didn’t hesitate. He simply said, “I guess that’s our plans for Friday night then.”

Any question as to why ED agreed to go?

Such a good man.

Concerts don’t really allow for much time to talk and I can’t say we sorted through any of the reasons why we were fighting in the first place, but damn if it wasn’t good to have a drink or three with her while enjoying a band that we (including our friend Karina the Russian) have history with.

I’d say I was the officially winner of our fight because she contacted me first, but truthfully the real reason I am the winner is because there is now an open line of communication back up between us. That’s the best part of the whole damn concert – getting my sister back.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Summer Concert whore, Loved One(s)