Bottle caps and saying good-bye

I went to a friend's good-bye party last night. One of the best things about Geneva is that people come here from all over the world, and I have been able to make some of the most amazing friends. The flip side of this is that very few actually stay. Some are only here for a few months, some for a year, some for longer. A few people come, leave, and then find their way back again. It makes me sad when good people leave, but I treasure the time that I had with them, and I'm going to miss this particular Swedish frined, who may have the biggest, warmest smile in the northern hemisphere.

While I was at his party, I did find my mind wandering to the drinks I was trying to pour: I mean, why in the world should I have to take the cap off of a bottle of water or juice (or Lagavulan, for that matter) that's already been opened before I pour it? And, more to the point, why would anyone think I'm going to put it back on again?!?

Sure, if we were at a birthday party for a six year-old, I could understand the risk of the drinks being spilled. I would re-cap. I wouldn't have an issue with it. But these drinks were on a table in a room full of adults. There were about 300 people there - I'm sure that the bottle of water I was into would last for about another 40 seconds. There is no reason that I can think of to re-cap, and so I didn't. And I won't. So if you invite me over, just be warned.