On Friday I played tour guide and took D. and her visiting Aussie friends for a night out. I took them to Posh where I hoped to run into him, but left soon after for Therapy where I laid my eyes on Mr. Something Else; then spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the tip of his tongue on the nape of my neck what our relationship would be like.
Ugh, I hate being sad.
Saturday, I went to help Jess and Marc move. [read more here] They are amazing hosts. The house is incredible. I can't wait for the barbecue!
Sunday was ANZAC day [more here and here]. D., being an Aussie shiela, invited me to celebrate it at The Sunburnt Cow. I enjoyed a meat pie, a Fosters, and a Toohey's New while Oz transplants buzzed around me to the sound of Men At Work and the movie Gallipoli was projected onto the wall.
The meat pie was delicious, and so were the ones serving them. And as the picture proves, I always dress for the occasion.