misplaced perthies, misplaced bbqs

I am still smarting. Against my better judgement, I allowed myself to be made to walk nine blocks in new stilettos for a long mac on Friday night. Supper Club is apparently all the rage as far as posh It places go but honestly, I thought it was a big bag of pretentious crap. To make things worse, I had to listen to Mr Tryhard and his me!me!yapyap talk for half an hour.

NEVER again.

It's raining in dribs and drabs today. I'm in bed with Arundhati Roy and some toast. I picked up The God of Small Things at Borders after work upon searching high and low for my old copy, which has dissappeared mysteriously. This is why I hate lending books out, I never see it again because of karma (as a bratty child, I used to pinch my unsuspecting friend's Roald Dahl books and keep them haha!).

It is somewhat comforting to finally get Ammu and why she did the things she did. To marvel at the intensity of small details and appreciate them in a way I never could 8 years ago when I first read this book.

give me blue skies and I'm yours

I was meant to get dressed hours ago, do the laundry and finish up my resume but it's far too cold to move. Marcie and Aaron joined us for a barbie at Timmy's apartment yesterday and we all sat, rugged up, under grey skies stuffing our faces with wine, sausages, lamb, that yummy fennel trout...and having quite a blast despite the weather.

One thing I've learnt about Melbournians is this:- They have a secret pride over their dreadful weather. Ask any local and they will despairingly complain about the four-seasons-in-a-day deal with a gleeful note of "hur hur we're so special because we have shit weather". A colleague oveheard me whinging about the rain and later sent me an email telling me to brace myself because the winter does get colder. He ended it with a distinct :) and "ha.ha"

How cruel!!