And we had an amazing chat - fuelled by alcohol, admittedly - and found out some things about eachother we never realised.
And it's struck me. How little we really know about other people's emotions.
I've revealed more on this blog than I ever have face to face with some of my closest friends. It's odd: I've always been able to share my feelings more readily by writing them down rather than speaking them out loud.
I have never talked properly to some of my loved ones about the despair I felt when my daughter was diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome.
I held up a shield of bravado and got on with things and didn't complain.
It worked for me at the time. It was the only way for me to deal with the fact that my daughter had been born with a disorder that would not allow her to live a normal life. It still hurts me to my bones.
But putting up a front also meant I didn't necessarily share the good things. The joy I felt at other moments. The moments when things happened in my daughter's life that made me grin like a wide-mouthed frog. The ones that thrilled me to my bones.
But I get it now.
Life isn't fair. I know this.
So. You can either sit there with a ball of twine, tying yourself up with knots of bitterness and bile.
Or you can fan out the strings of hope and possibility and chance and goodness and surprise and fun. And see what life picks up and tugs.
Video is Flight Of The Conchords - Hurt Feelings.
Because if ever I'm feeling a bit down, this sorts me out by making me howl with laughter.
"I feel like a prize asshole
No-one ever mentions my casserole
Could have said something nice about my profiteroles"