today.
(from left: caught off-guard looking quite interleckshual; the illusion of sobriety is shattered; gorgeous Aggie gets festive! Pics courtesy of the lovely Kym.)
I can't quite believe that I'm back already and that those 4 days of fun and frivolity actually happened. A bit Cinderella, I suppose - only more middle-aged and haggard. Had a fantastic (and glam) girls' night out last night and this morning I didn't have a hangover, but my muscles and joints were really stiff! Old old, so old.
Anyway - so I am beginning to think that I won't really get properly back on track until I've left already. That's not very far off any more, so the idea of treading water a little longer is tolerable. In the meantime I just want to see as many people as possible, not go shopping, read some books, get myself organised. In different circumstances I think I'd be trying to soak up as much of Melbourne as possible but hmmm. Not this time. Melbs and I can resume our love affair when I get home. That is if I haven't fulfilled Orange Nat's prophecy that I will meet a UN humanitarian type with an itinerant, humanitarian lifestyle, and that we will have a blissfully humanitarian whirlwind love affair and then travel the world humanitarianly adopting random children of similar ages from developing countries with complete disregard for the cultural appropriateness thereof, a la Angelina et Brad.
Tragically, I think this latter scenario is Unlikely.
Gosh I am tired. It's only 7pm in Perth, but fortunately it's almost a respectable bedtime here.
I am going to get a cat when I get back from Thailand. Louis and Lola have inspired me; so much joy in two little furry silky bundles!
Tragically, I think this latter scenario is Unlikely.
Gosh I am tired. It's only 7pm in Perth, but fortunately it's almost a respectable bedtime here.
I am going to get a cat when I get back from Thailand. Louis and Lola have inspired me; so much joy in two little furry silky bundles!
6 comments:
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I will meet a UN humanitarian type with an itinerant, humanitarian lifestyle, and that we will have a blissfully humanitarian whirlwind love affair and then travel the world humanitarianly adopting random children of similar ages
This is awesome.
I completely disagree with Ben (how surprising). I am eternally grateful that such a scenario is unlikely.
Not that I don't want you to fall blissfully in love, but in my experience, UN humanitarian types are complete punces, and it would make our friendship rather difficult if I had to constantly deal with a punce. ;D
Selfish, I know, but what did you expect? ;p
Hi Q! Don finally forwarded me your blog address so I am commenting to make you feel loved :o)
Ignore Don. My sister's ex-boyfriend's mum is a UN humanitarian type, and she's not a poonce at all. This is of course statistical proof that you will meet someone humanitarian and non-pooncy.
In case you are looking for yet more AYAD bloggers, my friends Hamish and Kirsten are currently doing good in Kunming, China. You can read about their adventures here: http://kirmish.livejournal.com/
Don are you assuming I will turn into a punce/poonce? Or worse still, that I already am one??
Geez girl you are looking fab i must say!
Looking forward to hearing of your humanitarian work.
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