Let me begin by saying I am currently using this blog as a means of procrastination. In that regard, I am being entirely successful.
On Saturday morning-weeeell, early afternoonish because I didn't set my alarm for once- I finally hopped on a bus bound for the lights and glamour of Melbourne. I kid you not, this city is glamorous. I, of course, can't prove this because I am really crap at remembering to take photos (don't get too disappointed yet, I have taken a few). When I finally arrived in the city, I immediately found myself in a giant shopping center (huh. Imagine that. ME in a shopping center.). After perusing around for a bit and realizing for the umpteenth time that I seriously can NOT afford anything I could perhaps want to buy, I wandered out to see the sights.
Since I'm one of those people that is self-conscious about walking around with a giant map that says "Spot the tourist" (my green sneakers did not give me away, by the way), I just decided to wander come what may. Well, what may-ed was the more-impressive-in-person Federation Square (sorry, no picture here, you'll have to google it or wait for my postcards.), the beautiful Yarra River, Queen Victoria market (favorite! bought myself a pear), quaint little streets with boutique shops and cafes, and the most fantastic Christmas shop I have ever been in (sorry, mom, you missed out). Ever the planner, I had checked the weather report before I left and saw that it was going to rain, so I was prepared with my obnoxiously neon green umbrella when the afternoon downpours started (I am beginning to see a trend here, which I don't like).
I wasn't able to stay very late (which let's be honest, wasn't such a bad thing. Ones' feet get quite tired after walking all day!) because I was set to have dinner with Chris from work, you know the one, and a group of her friends at an Afghan restaurant- first time for everything-! At the restaurant- which was very tasty, but at which I didn't branch out...I got the Afghan version of the Indian dish with cauliflower curry that I always get (Sam can vouch for this)- I met Chris's friends Lauren, Sarah, and James. They were all so lovely and nice...to me. It seemed to be gang-up-on-James night (though I suspect it always is), which wasn't sad but actually highly entertaining. He was a good sport about it. James, a country boy (think Crocodile Dundee here...haha, only joking) has agreed to show me some sights in the country, which I have been dying to see (perhaps dying isn't the correct word to use here considering the fact that there will probably be exponentially more spiders and snakes there than in my nice suburban townhouse. Ugh). I would love a picnic in the country, but I'd be afraid to sit down for fear of something attacking me at it's own leisure. There is also potential for the very stylish Lauren to show me some of the better places to shop in and around Melbourne. I certainly won't turn down that opportunity for any amount of spiders (okay, that bit is actually a giant lie).
After an outrageously expensive meal (to me, of course, I'm sure they're all used to it) and some after-dinner tea and such (I feel so Austral...British? They started it, after all) we headed for the cars. Much to my dismay it was shockingly cold outside! Chris said, "Oh what, this? This isn't cold at all." I no longer trust her opinion on matters such as the weather...or the spider to human ratio... or their ability to eat me alive. All things considered, a very enjoyable day!
Ah, Sunday. Sunday sunday sunday. I had every intention of going back into the city today, but I didn't feel that great when I woke up (I felt a bit flu-ish on the bus back yesterday, as well), so I decided to hop back into my now warm bed (thanks to the massive fleece blanket I purchased) and call it a day. Well, a morning actually. When I finally crawled out of bed after an extended nap and a few chapters of In a Sunburned Country (one of the greatest books ever-a must read!) I threw on some clothes and mosied on down to the grocery store. After a delicious dinner of Moroccan tomato soup (who'd have thought, right?) and cheese on toast I wandered upstairs to do some blogging, which is clearly where you find me now.
Ah, yes! I've forgotten something. I'm realizing that my newly purchased milk has no intention of mixing with my tea, so it has created this strange lumpy force at the bottom of the mug. I've given up re-stirring it and succumbed to the last quarter of my tea being 10 parts milk 1 part tea. Yum.
All for now. Unless anyone is interested in hearing about how I reorganized my desk. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Guess not then. Ta ta for now!
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