Last night at 23.45 I got an sms from my Marker friend Batya telling me to get my skinny ass down to some bar in Allenby. My gang (3 geeks make a gang) and I were sitting in a totally deserted pub, thinking of ideas for good posts and drinking ourselves into Saturday. So of course we were up for anything.

When we got there, after the usual kissing and hugging, Batya introduced me to the crowd ‘Hey guys this is Artgirl!’. Fuck I didn’t see that coming (I would have dressed better)!

50% of the room were Marker people. I myself came with two fellow Marker’s. But I never imagined that people in bars would refer to me as ARTGIRL. Not only that, there was a girl I work with there, who I discovered is also a Marker.

It was all too weird. I didn’t calm down at all. As the evening continued, I caught people glancing at me, I also tried to recognise a couple. It wasn’t some fancy shmansy marker party….it really wasn’t. But I have to say it was odd. Here are these people, I spend so much time with, fun, share talkbacks with, here they are, in the flesh with me, on a Friday night.

I have always believed that potentially real friends lie behind all those photo’s we click on everyday.

After quite a bit of merry making, we headed off, but not before I grabbed Tomer (it was his birthday) and whispered in his ear

‘It was nice to meet you and thank you for the star you gave me’.

For all of us at the party last night, it’s clear the Marker is very much part of our real lives………in a good way.

At 3am in a bar in Allenby though,  there was only one thought in my head,

 ‘Oh my god, I hope none of them read my blog!’